"Forget it, you should keep it for yourself." Mu Hanyan's temperament wasn't extreme, but judging by the man's previous words, he was clearly trying to fool them. So she didn't have a good impression of him and said coldly. As she spoke, she walked towards the carriage.
"Sir!" Seeing Mu Hanyan turn around and leave, the big man became even more anxious and fell to his knees with a thud.
"What are you doing?" Mu Hanyan frowned.
"I didn't mean to deceive you, sir. I really, really had no other choice. Look at these tribesmen behind me. They haven't eaten a single grain of rice for several days. Along the way, we even gnawed on the grass roots and tree barks. If we weren't desperate, how could we dare to deceive you, sir." The big man became more and more excited as he spoke. In the end, he even burst into tears, his eyes filled with sadness and despair.
Seeing the tears on his face, Mu Hanyan's heart trembled, and she subconsciously looked at the people behind him.
Everyone in the group, young and old, was ragged and skinny. A few children, only six or seven years old, had unkempt hair and dirty faces. They were biting their fingers and looking at her eagerly with eyes full of begging.
Mu Hanyan thought her heart was as hard as a rock, but at this moment, the softest part of her heart was deeply touched.
"Get up, how much silver do you plan to sell these meteorite gold for?" Mu Hanyan sighed secretly and asked.
"As long as you are willing to give us some food and not let us starve to death, that will be fine." The big man stood up humbly and said hesitantly.
"How much silver do you have left? I'll lend it to you." Mu Hanyan turned her head and said to Ling Baobao.
"There's no need for this word 'borrow' between us. Just take it." Ling Baobao threw the bag on his back to Mu Hanyan.
"This amount of silver should be enough for you to buy some food." Mu Hanyan opened the bag, took out the silver inside and handed it to the big man.
At this moment, she finally understood firsthand how difficult it was for ordinary people in the Divine Continent to survive, especially those without land and a stable home. Their lives were as cheap as ants. It was no wonder that the people of Mujia Village had been so deceived by Ling Baobao; they were simply too afraid of losing their land.
This time, seeing Ling Baobao so generously giving the hard-earned money of his people to others, Mu Tu didn't say a word, and his eyes looking at him became much softer.
"Thank you, sir... Thank you, sir, for saving my life." Holding the silver in his hand, the big man shed tears again and bowed to Mu Hanyan. The other people also knelt on the ground, tears of joy and gratitude in their eyes.
On the oxcart behind him, Sikong Qinglan looked at Mu Hanyan, who stood before the crowd, being worshiped by them. Deep respect flashed in his eyes. It was her, it had to be her, Sikong Qinglan reaffirmed his suspicions.
"Let's go." Mu Hanyan said to Mu Tu.
"Sir, what about this meteorite gold?" Seeing Mu Hanyan preparing to leave, the big man looked at the pile of meteorite gold and said hesitantly.
"You can keep it for yourselves." They were just some waste stones anyway, so Mu Hanyan had no interest in them.
"How can this be possible? I deceived you before out of helplessness. Now that I have accepted your silver, I must hand over these meteorite golds to you." The big man said firmly. Although he looked poor and destitute, he was unwilling to throw away his dignity easily.
"Then, move everything up." Mu Hanyan looked at the big man with some admiration and said.
Doing this can be considered as preserving the last bit of human dignity for them.
Soon, the big man and his tribesmen hurriedly moved a pile of rubble onto the carriage, then knelt down to salute Mu Hanyan before slowly leaving.
Looking at the pile of waste rock in front of him, and then at the group of people in the distance, Mu Hanyan smiled bitterly. Their speed was already slow enough, and with all this waste rock, it would surely be even slower. It would be impossible to escape Kang Qingyuan, who was following them.
Of course, even without this burden, they still couldn't escape.
Does a fifth-level swordsman have a chance of fighting a ninth-level divine priest? Mu Hanyan looked at the pile of waste rocks and made a decision in her heart. If it really doesn't work, she can only expose her own strength and fight Kang Qingyuan with all her strength. Even if the hope is slim, she must not sit still and die!
"Hey, what is this?" Just when Mu Hanyan made up her mind, Ling Baobao suddenly exclaimed.
Following his gaze, Mu Hanyan's eyes stopped on the pile of rubble, and she opened her eyes wide in surprise.
Hun Tian Stone, it’s actually Hun Tian Stone!
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