Guo Yurong looked out at the dozens of acres of mountain land by the water. Abruptly, he leaped into the air, landing on the highest branch of a tree to gaze into the distance.
When he returned to the ground, he asked, "How many refugees are currently outside the city?"
Gu Wenheng shook his head. "When we first arrived, there must have been close to ten thousand people, counting both the early arrivals and the latecomers. Two more days have passed since then, so who knows how many more have rushed over?"
"Has it already become this difficult?"
"If it wasn't difficult, why would anyone flee their home?" Jin Qianqian replied.
Guo Yurong realized his words had caused a misunderstanding. He hurriedly brought his hands together in a bow to Miss Gu. "Please forgive me. I've been staying here for a long time, so I truly don't know what the situation is like outside right now.
