More than 30 armored bull carts carried more than 400 people, heading in the direction of the escaping demon tribe.

An Chengcai sat on one of the carts, bowing his head in silence, lost in thought.

Except for Nunu, who often glanced at him, everyone else was busy with their own tasks.

Mr. Wang said, "Everyone should silently recite the classics of all the saints to cultivate their spirits and restore their energy. Fang Yun, you don't need to worry about writing war poetry. Remember to use the mountain inkstone to escape if there is any danger. Your life is more important than all of us combined, understand?"