Early morning, the first sun breaks through the fog.
The first raven cultist of the Raven Sect had wasted no time after bidding farewell to Zhao Huai, leading a huge procession, touring around the inner and outer city of Jinzhou again and again.
Not a single street or alley was left untouched, all were covered.
Thanks to the efforts of the whole morning, many people followed from behind, but most of them looked thin and yellow-skinned, dressed in shabby clothes, and seemed to be refugees. Only a very few of them were dressed more luxuriously, looking more normal, with interest and curiosity in their eyes.
"Please follow me."
The leading cultist turned his head to face the crowd and smiled gently.
He led the crowd through the streets to an open courtyard. This place was located on the border of the inner and outer city, with a spacious area.