Ten days passed in the blink of an eye.
Before the sky had brightened, Lü Zhong left early to meet up with Bai Xiaohan.
Many people were already on the streets. Those who couldn't afford Storage Bags were burdened with packs of all sizes. The Loose Cultivators who could afford one had an easier time, but they still had plenty to carry. After all, a Qi Refining Independent Cultivator could hardly afford a large-capacity Storage Bag.
But regardless of their situation, every person's face was etched with worry.
At the thought of facing the vicious and wicked Evil Cultivators, some of the more fragile-minded Loose Cultivators even began to sob quietly. They had never expected to be conscripted for the battlefield. If their luck was even slightly bad during a battle, they feared their lives would be forfeit.
Seeing these people, Lü Zhong was reminded of Huang Shuyuan, who was in the same predicament.
