THUD.
THUD.
THUD. THUD. THUD.
One by one, the ragged refugees knelt in unison before the He Manor servants, some even knocking their heads on the ground repeatedly.
"There's no need to thank us." The servants hurriedly helped the refugees to their feet. "We're just doing a job. The one who came up with this idea was Daoist Wang Xiu of the Sanqing Immortal Sect."
"Of the three thousand pigs, Daoist Wang Xiu bought two thousand with his own money. The remaining thousand were donated by our Landlord."
"If you want to thank someone, it should be the two of them."
After the servants' explanation, tears welled up in the eyes of all the refugees. Some were from nearby cities, forced to relocate due to floods. Others were from territories governed by different Immortal Sects, driven away by the disciples' oppressive demands, their lives unsustainable. They had no choice but to flee to distant lands.
