Among the refugees was a man who appeared to be their leader. He answered respectfully, "Mage Gold Lamp has sent word. We will follow Master Tang's lead in everything!"
Tang Changsheng felt a little relieved. He had not expected the transfer of authority to go so smoothly. It was probably because of the power he had just displayed.
He asked, "Are you He Rong?"
The man gave a bitter smile. "The previous leader died, and so did the one before him. I'm the third. My name is Mi Liang."
Tang Changsheng had not known that. Before he left Suxu City, Lu Yuanzhen had told him in person that He Rong led the Primordial Yang Church's headquarters in Fangshi County.
He had never imagined the leader here had changed twice since then. Even An Hai, stationed near Yun'an County, did not know.
Roads were terrible in these times, and news traveled slowly, especially with everything in turmoil. An Hai had not contacted headquarters for at least two months, so he had no idea what had happened.
Mi Liang smiled bitterly. "Leader He Rong was captured and killed by Marquis Shou's soldiers. His successor took an arrow and died while raiding for grain. Fortunately, Gold Lamp blessed him. His soul became a god after death, and he continues to watch over us."
"Gold Lamp? There's a Primordial Yang Divine Lamp in the camp? Take me to see it." The vague thought that had arisen in Tang Changsheng's mind suddenly came into focus.
Mi Liang did not dare delay. He led Tang Changsheng into the stockade.
The Refugees here were respectful when they saw Tang Changsheng, but they showed none of the excitement he expected.
It was nothing like when he had entered Hai Camp, setting hearts surging and drawing a ceaseless flood