They only knew it was something very bad and very strong, so they had to retreat.
Li Si stood by the roadside, watching the surging crowd, watching the elderly, women, and children board the flying ships one by one.
Whenever a warship was fully loaded, it would rise into the sky, fly eastward, break through the clouds, and leave long trails that lingered due to its rapid speed.
At that moment, there were always children exclaiming with awe.
For adults, leaving their homes often meant sadness and reluctance.
But for children, it represented something new, the magic of the flying ships bringing them immense joy.
Thus, children were the only ones who could still laugh in the current situation.
Li Si watched for a very long time.
One flying ship after another soared into the sky.
There were fewer and fewer people outside the city.
Eventually, only the last flying ship had yet to ascend.
"Master, it's time to go." A baby-faced cultivator approached and said to Li Si.
