They were clearly just a group of thirteen- and fourteen-year-old children, with at most one fifteen- or sixteen-year-old among them, yet now, without question, they were saints in the villagers' eyes.
But the elders were also rather anxious.
To these elders, they were still children at best. Unable to stomach those men's bullying, they had stepped forward and attacked them, but this would bring retaliation from the Silverwing Family!
So they had to flee, quickly!
Everyone in the group except Nie Li was bewildered by what they heard. It could not be helped: the villagers spoke the language of the Wulan Empire era, while both their own writing and speech had evolved over several hundred years and were no longer the same.
Apart from Nie Li, no one could understand them.
Nie Li took the initiative and spoke in the Wulan language. "Everyone, we come from the outside world! From Glory City!"
The... the outside world?
The hundreds of villagers looked at one another, stunned.
It was not as though they had never heard of the outside world. After their ancestors fled into this world hundreds of years ago, they had never imagined they could leave again, nor had they imagined anyone from the outside world could find their way here.
Nie Li was not worried that they would disbelieve him. Right then and there, he took several hundred sacks of grain out of a Space Ring and piled them into a mountain.
Everyone stared at the grain, their eyes frozen wide.
Th-this much grain?
They might have to farm for five or six years to produce this much!
"Everyone, since we've come here, we've come to save you. Don't you want to see the outside world? We have an enormous city out there! There are millions of people and