By the city gates in the distance, there were two large tents set up. Inside the tents were several large pots, and in front of the pots were two long tables. On the tables were many roughly stacked pottery bowls.
At this moment, however, no one was attending to these things. A large crowd had gathered in front of the tents, and from afar, it seemed they were huddled together. A few people in the middle appeared to be crouching on the ground, and many lay on the ground. The sound of chaotic voices and painful groans faintly emanated from there, casting a peculiar and unsettling atmosphere.
The carriage Xu Jing was riding drew nearer and nearer until she could finally see clearly. Among those crouching in the middle were none other than Cheng Xianbai and Wei Muqing! This was clearly the place where they had been distributing medicinal broth these past few days.
