Two hours later, when the morning sky had already brightened and the sunlight shone down on the world, the war prisoners, refugees, and common people had already gathered outside the southern city wall.
Looking down at the densely packed people from the watchtower, Bai Hanyun finally saw with her own eyes the real number of people whom she had been feeding in the past month.
Standing by the watchtower's low stone wall, Bai Hanyun thought, 'This is crazy. I never realized that more than one hundred thousand people are so many.'
Recalling the number of the Yuezhi Tribe's soldiers that Feng Xiyan told her the first time he sent her a prayer, Bai Hanyun's heart trembled.
'At that time, how desperate and hopeless was he to send me such a prayer? Fortunately, I found the antique mirror, which can help Feng Xiyan. Otherwise, he and the common people living here will all be slaughtered by the Yuezhi Tribe.'
