The crowd was deathly silent.
The old village chief, his hair and beard bristling with rage, stormed in, grabbed a person out, and gave him a hard slap, saying, "Selling out your own people, are you still part of the Martial World? Can you no longer speak of loyalty?!"
Then he pointed at them and said, "Each of you committed grave offenses in your hometown, endured immense hardships to escape, and now you can't stay in your homeland because of the Western Regions foreigners, so you banded together here."
"You all said you only wanted a place to settle, and that we wouldn't delve into each other's past. So why is it that when trouble comes to you, the Guest Elder uses his bow to help you settle it, but now that he's in danger, you want to push him out to save yourselves?!"
"There's absolutely no such logic!"
Someone, unconvinced, said, "But our troubles never amounted to a Sixth Layer Heaven famed general leading five thousand Iron Cavalry to our doorstep..."
