C159 The Fugitives

The long night was over, and the winter was about to pass. The sun, which had some warmth, woke up the gloomy Tranquil State.

However, this Tranquil State had begun to be restless early in the morning. When the sky had just lit up, a group of "refugees" in tattered clothes ran over, crying and shouting that they wanted to enter the city.

It was not yet time to open the city gate