Guo Yurong looked at the dozens of acres of mountainside by the water. He suddenly leaped into the air, landing atop the highest branch of a tree to gaze into the distance.
When he landed back on the ground, he asked, "How many refugees are there outside the city now?"
Ancient Wen Heng shook his head. "When we first arrived, counting those who were already here and those who came after, there were probably close to ten thousand. Two days have passed since then, so who knows how many more have arrived?"
"Has it already gotten that difficult?"
Jin Qianqian said, "If it weren't difficult, why would anyone flee their homes?"
Guo Yurong realized Miss Gu had misunderstood him and quickly bowed with his hands clasped. "Please forgive me. I've been here for a very long time and truly don't know what the situation is like outside.
