Chapter 6413

As his words settled, the more than one thousand rescued cultivators behind him began entering Freevale in orderly waves.

The cultivators of every race wore torn clothing, their bodies marked with wounds both shallow and deep.

Their vitality remained weak, yet every pair of eyes shone brightly like stars, fixed upon the warmth of a place where they could finally call home.

Freevale’s warriors stepped forward of their own accord, carefully supporting the weaker and wounded.

Clean water, warm rations, and fresh clothing were distributed quickly.

Everyone moved with purpose, yet no one descended into disorder.