In the dim underground, a long caravan struggled to make its way on the Holy Ancestor's Way.
This caravan comprised a very diverse group of people, including common Traveling Merchants, Hunters, Martial Artists, civilians, and scholars, as well as many ragged and impoverished refugees.
Zhong Lei took a deep breath and carried his daughter over from his wife's arms.
And on his back, not only was there a heavy pack, but also his five-year-old son; the burden was already very heavy.
However, Zhong Lei couldn't bear the sight of his wife's exhaustion and haggard appearance, willingly taking on more load for himself while comforting her, "Xiuyun, just hold on for two more days, and we'll reach Taiwu City!"
His wife was too tired to speak, but she still managed to squeeze out a smile.
Zhong Lei freed his left hand to hold hers: "Trust me, once we get to Taiwu City, we can start a good life."