"Husband, those refugees are also pitiable. Should we give them some food?"
Jia'Er asked softly. She had experienced hardship before and could empathize, wanting to help the refugees.
"There are too many. I'm afraid if I help a few, a whole group might come." Shen Wang frowned, pondering. He didn't mind sparing some food; he just didn't want his peaceful life disturbed.
In his view, these refugees were commoners, and it should be the responsibility of the Sun and Moon Dynasty to take care of them. A cultivator like him shouldn't meddle.
"Moreover, our place isn't safe at night. It's not suitable for them to stay here. Do you really want them to move in?"
Hongping silently agreed; even though there was a cultivator in this place, the nights were indeed unsafe. If the refugees got too close, they might get eaten by the monster.
Jia'Er sighed upon hearing this, "I'm sorry, Husband. It's my oversight."
"It's good to have a kind heart. Do what you can within your power."
