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Right now, Chen Sheng stands by the foremost carriage.
His moon white Daoist robe billows gracefully, unstained, and an ethereal aura exudes from his brow.
Compared to the disaster victims around him, dressed in rags and covered in dust, he seems like an Immortal descending from the Ninth Heaven.
Behind him, the disciples in green robes stand solemnly. Each has an upright posture, a respectful demeanor, and looks toward him with eyes full of reverent admiration.
Among them is Little Wang, cradling the talisman water, never straying even a step.
As the carriage halts, Chen Sheng slowly raises his hand, gesturing to distribute the porridge.
"Dear villagers, do not be alarmed. I have come today only to provide relief, wishing that everyone has food to eat and can soon escape the suffering of disaster."
The voice, though not loud, enters each ear clearly, carrying an inexplicable infectious appeal.
