Master Zhong doesn't have many disciples.
Zhao Wen looked at the new refugees outside, his eyes showing a trace of compassion.
He said to the servant beside him, "Go and distribute some food."
Zhao Wen sighed softly. He was born in the secular world and never thought he would see such a day in the Qu Hong Cultivation Realm.
But there's not much he can do.
In the distance, there were sounds of arguing.
Someone wanted more refugees to come here, but the people from the Business Alliance refused.
"With such a kind heart, why become a Cultivator? Wouldn't being a great philanthropist or knight in the secular world suit you better?"
"Don't forget we are part of the Business Alliance! We are merchants!"
"Born to pursue profit!"
The confident young member of the Business Alliance scornfully rebuked the cultivator before him.
Zhao Wen just took a look without saying more.
