"The abbot is kind-hearted."
A middle-aged man dressed in official attire, whom others called Governor Zhang, sighed. "If all the Cultivation Sects in the world could be as generous and supportive to the needy as the Jialan Sect, the world wouldn't be in such chaos and turmoil."
The other pilgrims showed expressions of sorrow upon hearing this. Many were from places far from the Mountain of Mind and Heart. They didn't know if they would ever be able to return home, or if their families and fellow villagers could survive this chaotic world.
Sui Yi, an excellent actor, even began to sob softly, her face tear-streaked and pitiful. She wiped away her tears and carelessly smeared them on Li Ang's arm—her own arm was dislocated and had not yet healed, so she needed to cling to Li Ang to avoid being noticed by others.
TAP, TAP, TAP.
