The first batch of wounded to emerge numbered nearly sixty or seventy thousand. Once out, they all spoke highly of me. Although no one openly criticized the Feng Imperial Dynasty, everyone, whether explicitly or implicitly, felt that Lord Holy Son was the one in the right, the one who stood for justice. A small number had even begun to harbor resentment toward the Dynasty, though they dared to be angry but not to speak.
Half a month later, those who had been severely wounded also emerged. Even the Houtian Martial Artists all came out. Many looked high-spirited and vigorous. Of course, some appeared gaunt and haggard, truly the ones who had been gravely injured. Those whom the outside world had considered dead now stood before them, weak but alive.
Those who emerged in high spirits were quickly questioned by the people outside. The conclusion they reached was the same: Lord Holy Son’s resources were truly as vast as a mountain. Otherwise, he would never have provided treatment to us, his unrelated enemies. Life inside was indeed excellent.
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