If He Requires Sacrificial Blood, I Am Willing (1)

In the evening, Jiang Hao's shadow elongated in the setting sun.

He walked alone on the road.

Previously, disciples of the sect could be seen everywhere, but there were only a few people this time.

It was not that there were far fewer disciples. Rather, most were busy with reconstruction and could not leave their tasks.

Near the cafeteria, temporary shelters had been set up, where some outer sect disciples and ordinary people gathered.

They all needed food, but with the cafeteria destroyed, they had to find ways to fend for themselves.

At the edge, there was a simple shelter that had been shunned and left unattended by the others.

Jiang Hao walked straight toward it.

He did not attempt to conceal himself, and everyone instinctively looked his way.

Those nearby dared not be presumptuous and lowered their heads in greeting.

In the Cliff of Broken Hearts, more and more people greeted him.