Inside the government office discussion hall.
Brother Wu bowed and stood at the hall below, his tone carrying some gravity:
"Magistrate, you instructed me to patrol the outskirts; I observed that Daoist preaching, fearing he may have the intent to gather crowds, and as time goes on, it will surely become a hidden threat."
Lu Zhao sat upright in the main position, his fingers lightly tapping the table, giving him a deep glance, and slowly added:
"That Daoist is currently eating and living within the disaster shelters, refusing even to enter the city."
A single sentence revealed the key—no matter how orderly the disaster shelters are, they are ultimately shoddy huts, far less comfortable than the mansions within the city.
The fact that he doesn't step even one foot into the city is evidently due to some consideration, fearing government authorities...
Brother Wu's face changed suddenly upon hearing this, his lips moved yet he was momentarily tongue-tied.
