For over a decade, the Murong clan has imposed harsh taxes and tyrannical rule; displaced refugees are everywhere, and their presence is hardly a rarity. Yet, something that could unsettle Mengmeng to this degree surely could not be a trivial matter.
Luo Xueyao emerged from her Spatial Dimension only to see several hundred people lined up, trudging forward in a daze. Their expressions were vacant, their clothes rags—they looked even worse than the exiled prisoners she and her family had once been. As they walked, some would collapse; their families would hover over them to wail for a moment before being pulled away. Then, the emaciated corpse would be tearfully butchered by the other refugees, turned into the very energy supply that would allow them to continue their journey.
"Ugh!"
Chapter 100