"Sect Leader, people are saying there are too many refugees, and those big sects are starting to prepare to distribute porridge."
When Xiaohua came running, Chen Muxue was trying to find a direction where she wouldn't be hit by rice husks. At this moment, she was covered in dust and dirt, with husks caught in her hair.
Who knows if the heavens are against her—whenever she changed direction, the wind was fine, but as soon as she started to toss, the wind would blow right into her face.
As soon as Xiaohua arrived, the wind seemed to obey. Without Chen Muxue needing to move, the wind changed direction on its own, marking a peak in her tossing career.
"People are saying? Where did you run off to?" Chen Muxue spat out the husks and then looked at Xiaohua.
Xiaohua pointed to a group of sparrows not far away: "They flew by Qingshan County."
