Seeing the common people so frightened naturally weighed on Lin Ke and the others.
Especially Lin Ke.
In the prosperous age of his previous life, he had only heard of wars abroad leaving ordinary people terrified.
But at home?
Almost everywhere had been peaceful.
Never mind a village massacre-even someone getting beaten up at a barbecue restaurant could shock the entire nation.
The Great Wei Sacred Dynasty had enjoyed a thousand years of peace and stability. A village massacre should have shocked both court and country, yet someone had suppressed the news, preventing it from coming to light.
The people nearby had already received word, however, and were all seeking refuge.
Fortunately, despite their numbers, they entered the city in an orderly fashion, without congestion or stampedes.
"In that case, we'll be on our way."
Lin Ke cupped his hands toward Ji Yuantong.
He and the female Confucian Scholar had quietly become the pillars of this little group.
Both had Third Realm cultivation. One came from a great clan, while the other looked graceful and decidedly extraordinary.
As a result, the others had more or less begun following their lead.
"Be careful out there." Ji Yuantong's expression was grave. "I'll wait here for all of you to return safely."
"Amitabha. Farewell."
"Haha, we'll certainly return after slaying the demon!"
"Associate Prefect Ji, please stay here! We're off!"
They each cupped their hands in farewell, then headed out of the city.
Ji Yuantong stood outside the prefectural city, watching them recede into the distance, his eyes filled with worry.
"The third group already. I hope there won't be any casualties..."
Once they were outside the city, the female scholar named Wen Meng turned her hand over and summoned a literary treasure shaped like a carriage.
"This is a Zhuge Flying