After the large-scale migration, it did not end immediately.
In truth, the army could not remain outside for long. Most of the towns and villages had been swept clean, but several remote villages had temporarily escaped calamity.
Yet their escape was short-lived. Over the following month, merchant caravans and small cavalry squads continuously searched this fief.
It was already afternoon.
There was not a single cloud in the sky, and the thick fog gradually dispersed as people gathered.
Only the sun hung in the sky, endlessly pouring down its light.
A broad road stretched from far away all the way to the core region of the Salante Fief.
It was noon now. The fog had temporarily lifted from the whole world, and one could see that the trees on both sides of the road were still quite dense. At this time, they desperately spread their branches and leaves to drink in the sunlight, so the light that pierced through layer upon layer of branches and cast itself upon the ground was exceedingly sparse.
Only at this time was it best to travel. Once it passed three in the afternoon, the fog would gather again, and little light would remain on this road to illuminate the way ahead.
When the sun gradually sank westward, seeing the road ahead would become even harder.
Of course, daytime was still daytime. Even with fog, they could travel slowly. At night, however, they had no choice but to find somewhere to stop and rest.
Those who had lived in the fog year after year naturally knew how to find suitable places to rest.
At this moment, more than a dozen horse-drawn carts and ox carts struggled onward.
The horse carts and ox carts were all shabby and piled high with all kinds of goods.
Though