At the city gate, the queue to leave the city stretched for over two li. Men and women, old and young, carrying their families and bundles, anxiously looked around.
The previous night's massive fire had been intertwined with a demonic calamity. Then came the arrival of a large army, which executed hundreds of so-called heretics. The heads hanging densely from the city walls were a ghastly sight; when the wind blew, they clattered constantly against each other. Fully aware that the county seat was no place to stay, the populace had brought their families out early in the morning, hoping to flee the city and avoid disaster.
This is going to take forever, Qi Xiu let out a complex sigh, looking at the queue of at least a hundred people still ahead of him. Hey, isn't that the Qian Family's caravan? Just as he sighed, Qi Xiu suddenly noticed that the large group at the very front of the line was indeed the Qian Family.
