It's quite laughable that those controlling the flood and saving the people are the demon race, while the ones causing harm by releasing the waters are the human race itself. Truly, a tremendous irony.
Now, after a month of flood control by the demon race, the floodwaters in the Northern Land have disappeared completely, and the soil on the ground has dried up. However, the devastation along the way makes Zhang Chen's heart ache.
Do you know why?
Everywhere are refugees, dirty and disheveled, forming large groups in the Northern Land, leading donkeys and pushing carts, heading south.
The rumbling of carts, the neighing of horses, travelers with bows and arrows at their waists, mothers, wives walking to bid farewell, dust obscures the Xianyang Bridge.
They're all citizens fleeing south!
