Murong Qiuhan then gave the order for the troops to halt in He'gou Town and rest.
She also had all manner of supplies brought up from the rear and distributed them among the townsfolk.
At the same time, Tiger Chasing arranged the funerals for several families whose members had been plundered and murdered by Eastern Wilderness cultivators, laying the bodies to rest.
In these years of war and turmoil, their lives had not been easy either. Had Qu Ming not stood fast in this place all along, the town would likely have been stripped bare by other bands of roving bandits long ago.
Those Eastern Wilderness armies had always claimed that Tiger Chasing was a pack of uncivilized barbarians who burned, killed, plundered, and committed every evil under heaven, leaving not a blade of grass wherever they passed and turning all to ashes.
Now, it seemed they had been the villains accusing others first. The Eastern Wilderness troops were the ones truly guilty of every evil, spouting nothing but lies!
By contrast, the Tiger Chasing troops strictly observed discipline, cared for the common people, and handled everything in perfect order.
Even when they temporarily camped to rest, they remained outside the town. Unless there was urgent business, they would never enter and disturb the townsfolk's lives.
With this back and forth, the difference between them was plain as day. The people had their own scales in their hearts to weigh who treated them well. By the time Tiger Chasing took over this region of the Southwest, a popular foundation would already have been laid in subtle silence.
Ever since seeing Yang Guanfeng, Yang Lingrui had remained at his side without taking a single step away.
That night, Murong Qiuhan came to Yang Guanfeng's tent under the pretext of paying him