"It seems that even the sanctuaries of the world are no longer peaceful and stable." The elderly man named Shi sighed and said, "As long as nothing happens to you all here, that's good."
"There aren't many people in this sanctuary." The middle-aged Martial Artist said, "That group of Yin Soldiers didn't mind us, and after they broke through another sanctuary, dawn was approaching."
"Many more people have died."
Grandpa Shi took a deep breath and sighed, "I wonder how many of us will survive by the time we reach Ice City?"
Saying this, he hesitated for a moment and said, "We should hurry along and throw everything except weapons, food, and clothing into the sanctuary. If the peace returns, we can come back to retrieve them."
"This... "
The young girl quickly hugged a bundle in her arms and said urgently, "No, Grandpa Han's ashes, we agreed to find a good place for them and eventually move them back to his hometown."
