Back and forth.
A journey of nearly forty to fifty li, walking for several continuous hours.
They were already famished and parched.
The group of children followed behind Kuisi, entering the corridor leading to the audience hall.
The sound of footsteps gradually faded into the distance.
On the Lord's throne in the audience hall, Lynn was still seated.
He stayed that way until the children's backs disappeared from the hall.
Lynn's gaze was still fixed straight in that direction.
As the Lord, Lynn naturally didn't need to explain so much to a group of orphans who had come to his territory to survive.
It was only when faced with Nancy, wasting her youth so wilfully.
That Lynn found it hard to bear.
Nancy was only fourteen, and the other children were even younger.
If they were facing hardship, struggling constantly just to stay alive, that would be one thing.
But now.
They clearly had a better and more stable life before them.
