The first thing I did was to evacuate the people in my sect to a distant location.
"Master Bing Yeon, are you really telling us to flee from here?"
"Yes, because this place will soon turn into a battlefield."
Many people were murmuring in front of me, unable to hide their anxiety.
They were the sick and injured, families who had fled because they couldn't bear the taxes imposed by the magistrate, and individuals who had attempted suicide after losing hope in life.
It had turned out like this because I had saved them one by one. Although it was a small sect, people had gathered disproportionately to its size.
"...Can we at least know the proper reason?"
A child covered in bandages raised their hand and asked me a question. They had been ridiculed in their village due to a skin disease but had come to my sect for treatment.
"There is a god that has come from a place not of this world. To save someone precious to me, I must kill that god."
I spoke slowly while patting the child's head. I had also requested help from other sects in the Central Plains martial world, so this child's treatment wouldn't be interrupted...
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