As soon as he finished speaking, over a thousand rescued cultivators behind him poured into Freedom Valley in an orderly fashion.
Cultivators from various races wore tattered clothes, their bodies covered in wounds, their qi and blood still weak, yet their eyes shone like stars, their hearts filled with a sense of security and warmth as they settled in peace.
The soldiers of Freedom Valley stepped forward one after another, carefully supporting the frail and wounded, quickly distributing clean water, warm rations, and warm clothing, busy but complacent and warm.
The children in the valley gathered around curiously and kindly, softly greeting each other;
The women in the valley hurriedly took out their cherished soft fabrics from home and worked overnight to quickly make brand-new clothes that fit and keep warm for the new arrivals of various ethnic groups.
Throughout the valley, the sounds of reunion’s crying, joyful laughter, and pleasantries intertwined and blended, each sounding in the ears.
It’s hard to tell if it’s sorrow or joy; only the valley’s warmth dispels all suffering and chill.
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