Han Yu knew perfectly well.
If she insisted on keeping all the grain, the requisition squad would not dare resist.
But once she left, the military would come again.
Then these commoners would be charged with defying orders, and their fate would only be worse.
Leaving thirty percent behind would at least keep some of them alive a little longer.
But she did not know what that little bit of time could change.
As long as the war continued, the front lines would need grain, people, and spirit stones.
The cultivators of both nations could still sustain themselves with their cultivation, but ordinary people could only hand over everything they had.
They did not even understand why all this was happening to them.
Han Yu thought of the bodies in Azure Stone City and quickened her pace again.
Three days later, the group returned to the Great Li Imperial City.
Without stopping to rest, Han Yu headed straight for Su Yueli's residence.
Su Yueli was practicing her punches in the courtyard, keeping each strike within the limits of her physical strength.
The fifteenth realm of the Martial Dao seemed to be nowhere to be found, with no path leading to it.
"Ah..."
Su Yueli sighed. It seemed she needed an opportunity to break through to the fifteenth realm.
Relying on her lifespan to overcome the bottleneck as she usually did did not seem to work.
Or perhaps she simply had not spent enough time?
Su Yueli did not know. If she went into seclusion for three or five hundred years, never mind whether she could break through—who knew what this continent would look like by then?
Meanwhile, Han Yu waited nearby.
After a while, once Su Yueli finished her punches, she stepped forward and placed two jade bottles on the