They had roofs over their heads.
Food to eat.
No rampant, corrupt officials.
The laws were just.
The Court did not levy so many harsh and exorbitant taxes.
Originally, all they wanted was a little bit—just enough to scrape by, to no longer be bullied and casually slaughtered like pigs and dogs.
They were grateful to this heroic lord, and to the Wind Snow Sword Immortal.
They had shown them.
That as it turned out,
a person could live this way.
"They are not kindling. They are people..."
Su Chen recounted.
In a daze,
he saw the Great Liang Imperial Palace, and the countless ill-fated souls buried in the Chaotic Burial Mound.
He saw the countless defiant Liang People who died resisting the Violent Liang in an age of endless chaos.
He saw the refugees dying, crop after crop, amidst ceaseless natural disasters and man-made calamities...
"They are people!"
