The village chief looked at the crowd, his expression conflicted. 'Who would want to leave? I don't want to leave either. I have a fine home of green brick and tile, dozens of acres of land... all that I've built up, and in the blink of an eye, I have to abandon it all!'
It was an agonizing, gut-wrenching pain, but there was nothing he could do.
The Heavenly Book had stated it plainly: starvation for a thousand li, plagues running rampant. If they didn't leave, they would not survive!
After he finished speaking, the village chief said no more. Whether to go or not was a decision everyone had to make for themselves. He couldn't very well hold a knife to their necks and force them to come along.
Chaos erupted in the crowd as everyone began searching for close friends, family, and siblings to figure out what to do.
