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Another short period of time passed.
At the border of Moyou Country, with just one mountain to cross, one could reach the territory of Song Country.
Masses of serfs, low-ranking prominent families, and common folk were traversing mountains and valleys in groups, escaping to the promised land in their hearts. Even though the journey was extremely arduous and might cost them their lives, they were determined to flee.
On a cliff nearby, Wang Baosheng stood with his hands behind his back, gazing from a height at this scene, his youthful face showing a solemn expression.
Throughout his journey, he had seen countless things and tasted the dangers of the human world. Many lawless prominent families or local government offices had even perished by his hands.
Yet, he had never encountered a place like Moyou Country, acting so wantonly, especially that Prince Guangyu, who was utterly lawless.
