After the abbot, who radiated both killing intent and Buddhist aura, left, Tang Yu did not idle around either. He began chatting with these refugees who had been forced into hard labor.
The group toiled away miserably, answering whatever Tang Yu asked.
After talking with them for a while, Tang Yu came to understand why they had chosen to rebel and become refugees.
At first, they had not intended to rebel and become refugees.
Then the Red Cord Army attacked, wiped out the cultivators supervising them, and had a heart-to-heart talk with them. They figured they were dead either way, so they might as well take a gamble.
"Now that the imperial court has decided to grant a general amnesty to all refugees, once you leave the temple, do you plan to continue being refugees, or...?"
Tang Yu asked several refugees with a smile.
"I got separated from my Dao companion. If the imperial court truly does not hold us accountable, I'll go find my Dao companion and live a peaceful life together. No matter what, it's better than fighting and gambling with our lives."
A Golden Core refugee spoke bitterly.
"I don't give a damn. If the imperial court dares to push me this hard again in the future, I'll rebel again. I'm alone anyway—fed myself, no one else goes hungry. I won't advance any further in this life, and this rotten life of mine isn't worth much."
Another Golden Core refugee spoke in a far more violent tone.
Several others chimed in agreement, their faces full of hostility.
Tang Yu did not try to persuade them. After everything they had endured, it would have been strange if they did not feel that way.
After about half a day, the abbot returned, riding a golden dragon formed from true