"It's really embarrassing to be with you," Luo Qing said earnestly.
Zijing wanted to defend herself, but at that moment, a middle-aged man in fine clothes strode in.
This person is Jiang Zhengzhong, the city lord of Jiangxia City.
As soon as he entered the reception room, Jiang Zhengzhong said with a smile, "Ms. Rowling, I'm sorry I was delayed by something and arrived a little late. Please don't mind."
"But I'm just too busy. News of the Crimson-Tailed Beast's attack on your Luo Yun City has reached our Jiangxia City. The people in my territory are in a state of panic, so I have to spend a lot of time and energy to appease them. Please forgive me."
Rowling stood up and said, "No need to be so polite, Lord Jiang. We will need to trouble you again in the future."
“If there is anything I can do to help, Ms. Luo, please don’t hesitate to ask. I will definitely not stand idly by,” Jiang Zhongzheng said without hesitation.
Upon hearing this, Rowling's face immediately showed deep gratitude.
"Thank you so much, Lord Jiang. I really need your help. The people of Luoyun City will need your care for a while longer."
Upon hearing Luo Lin's words, Jiang Zhengzhong immediately showed a troubled expression.
It seems that what Jiang Zhengzhong just said was just polite talk.
"Ms. Luo, do you know how many refugees have fled from your Luoyun City to our Jiangxia City?" Jiang Zhengzhong asked.
"How many? I'm new here, so I don't really know," Rowling said somewhat awkwardly.
“A total of 1,300 people,” Jiang Zhengzhong said.
"Only this much..."
Rowling's face looked very grim.
It should be noted that Luo Yun City is the largest city in the entire Southern Territory, with a population of at least 150,000.
However, due to the attack by the Crimson-tailed Beast, only a little over a thousand people survived and made it to Jiangxia City.
This percentage is less than one percent!
“That’s quite a lot, Ms. Luo.”
Jiang Zhengzhong sighed and then continued, "Let me do the math for you. Each refugee needs at least ten coins a day for food, water, and other necessities. With over 1,300 refugees, that's 13,000 coins a day, which is 130 taels of silver and more than ten taels of gold."
"This is just the most basic expense, such as food and water. In order to maintain order, I also need to send a lot of people to appease them, which is also an expense."
"And judging from the current situation of your Luo family, I'm afraid you can't relocate these refugees anytime soon, right? So how long will I have to take care of them? Ten days? Or ten months?"
“If this continues, the amount I spend on these refugees will definitely not be small.”
Jiang Zhengzhong's words left Luo Lin at a loss for what to do.
Suddenly, a voice rang out: "Is it appropriate to be so calculating at a time like this, like in a business transaction?"
The speaker was none other than Night Wind!
Jiang Zhengzhong then looked at Ye Feng, a look of doubt on his face.
"I was just about to ask, who exactly is this person...?" Jiang Zhengzhong asked.
Rowling immediately straightened her back and answered, "This is our Luo family's ancestor Luo Tong, who went into seclusion seven hundred years ago. He was also the founder of our Luo family and the first head of the family!"
Jiang Zhengzhong's expression changed drastically, and he even cast an incredulous look at Ye Feng.
After a moment, Jiang Zhengzhong said incredulously, "Is this true? Ms. Luo, I understand how you feel right now, but if you've fabricated such a lie to deceive me, then that's..."
"Are you doubting me?" Rowling said angrily.
Night Breeze beckoned, and Rowling immediately obediently returned to stand beside him.
Then, Ye Feng stood up from his chair and walked step by step toward Jiang Zhengzhong.
With each step Ye Feng took, the fluctuations of true energy emanating from his body grew stronger. When he arrived in front of Jiang Zhengzhong, the powerful aura of the Saint Realm filled the entire hall, pressing down on Jiang Zhengzhong's shoulders like a mountain, making Jiang Zhengzhong feel extremely heavy!
"Entering the Sacred Realm..."
Jiang Zhengzhong muttered to himself, his face turning pale.
“That’s right, I have entered the Saint Realm.” Ye Feng said with a smile.
Jiang Zhengzhong quickly stepped back and said, "Ancestor Luo Tong, I didn't mean it just now. I really didn't expect that you... that you would break out of seclusion after seven hundred years. To be honest, it's unbelievable."
It is common for martial artists to go into seclusion for training.
But to be in seclusion for seven hundred years is truly astonishing.
So, seven hundred years ago, after Luo Tong went into seclusion, the Luo family waited in vain and concluded that Luo Tong had died in the secret chamber.
However, out of reverence for their ancestors, the Luo family did not open the secret chamber rashly. Instead, they built an underground mausoleum around it, which they used as the burial place for their ancestors.
To put it simply, it's the ancestral graves.
And that's how outsiders see it too.
Although Luo Tong was nominally in seclusion, everyone actually believed that the first patriarch of the Luo family had died in the secret room.
But now, seven hundred years later, Ye Feng has reappeared in the world as Luo Tong, and has even demonstrated the strength of the Saint Realm. One can imagine how much shock this has brought to Jiang Zhengzhong!
"You still doubt that I'm real? You still doubt that Rowling is lying to you?" Night Wind said mockingly.
"No, no, no, I would never dare to think that!"
Jiang Zhengzhong shook his head repeatedly.
At this point, it no longer matters whether the young man in front of them is Luo Tong, the patriarch of the Luo family.
Since he is a living saint who has entered the Saint Realm and has the strength to enter the Saint Realm, then naturally whatever he says goes!
Although Jiang Zhengzhong was also a martial artist, he was only at the Separation and Union Realm. How could he dare to question Ye Feng's words!
“Now that you no longer have any doubts or concerns about my identity, let’s continue talking about the refugees,” Ye Feng said.
Ye Feng originally intended to use his own spirit stones to compensate Jiang Zhengzhong.
Although the Luo family lost everything and became dirt poor due to the attack by the Red-tailed Beast.
But he's rich!
He had several million spirit stones in his storage ring, and one low-grade spirit stone was equal to ten taels of gold, one tael of gold was equal to ten taels of silver, and one tael of silver was equal to one hundred copper coins.
Ye Feng could easily take out some spirit stones, which would be enough to cover the expenses of the more than one thousand refugees.
But before Ye Feng could continue, Jiang Zhengzhong said without hesitation, "I am willing to take care of the refugees in Luo Yun City in your place. As long as I am alive, Jiangxia City will never stand idly by and do nothing for the refugees. All their expenses will be covered by me!"
"Why are you suddenly being so generous?" Ye Feng said with a smile.
“Ancestor Luo Tong, you have already revealed your identity. If I were to make excuses again, wouldn’t that be incredibly inconsiderate of me?” Jiang Zhengzhong said with a forced smile.
With Chiang Cheng-chung's financial resources, he could have easily covered the expenses of those refugees.
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