Chapter 142: Conjecture (Two in One)

A merchant convoy was traveling on the official road leading to Shengshan County, flanked by the endless refugee camps on both sides.

In the middle of the convoy, a middle-aged man holding a long halberd and riding a steed looked at the refugee camps on both sides with a worried glint in his eye, his lips barely moving:

"There are too many..."

A young man, also on horseback, rode up beside him and asked in a low voice:

"Xue Head, what's too many?"

The steeds that both men rode bore Demonic Beast bloodlines, majestic and muscular, with unmistakable muscle definition.

The middle-aged man glanced at the youth:

"The refugees are too many."

The young man looked back at the refugees, fell silent for a moment, and then said softly:

"So, compared to the refugee camps we've seen before, this one indeed seems much larger. But what of it?"

Deep concern filled the middle-aged man's eyes:

"If we're not careful, these refugee camps could erupt into riots."