Chapter 486: Chapter Four Hundred Eighty-Two: Plea

Tang Luo turned around, looking puzzled at the man who scolded him loudly. The man, who looked like a middle-aged scholar, was dressed in a neatly tidied dark cyan robe, a far cry from the rags usually worn by common people.

It was evident that this was a fairly respected individual, and his words stirred up commotion among the crowd.

Seeing Tang Luo turn towards him, the middle-aged man put his hands behind his back and loudly said, “Since we heeded the Chosen One’s advice and took refuge in Red Cloud Mountain, the Chosen One should be responsible for us. But two full months have passed, and you have not shown your face, let alone distributed any resources, leaving us to fend for ourselves. The harsh winter is upon us, the people lack adequate clothing and food, have no roof over their heads, and now plague is rampant. We thought the appearance of the Chosen One was a sign of a saviour, but you not only fail to provide any help, you even sent street thugs to force free citizens into servitude! Master Luo, do you think you deserve the praise of the people of Xiling, the title of ‘Savior of Thousands of Families’!?”

His voice, amplified by spiritual power, covered hundreds of meters, causing an uproar within the crowd. Many of the populace seemed instantly convinced by the scholar, chiming in with their comments.

“Yes, Chosen One, save us, we’ve run out of food and can’t go on.”

“Please, Chosen One, give us some meds, my daughter has been vomiting and having diarrhea for two or three days, she’s only five, please show mercy.”

Suddenly, the previously quiet crowd began to make noise once again. Everyone turned to Tang Luo to plead for help, asking for food, medicine, bedding, and shelter.

From dozens to hundreds of people, the cry for help began to swell. Observing the noisy crowd, Tang Luo’s brows furrowed in frustration.

felt a surge of power from the excited crowd behind him. Pointing at Tang Luo, he proclaimed loudly, “Listen! The plight of the

the plague, feed the

plague, feed the

it loudly, as if

and looked at the

his philosophy of life, helping the weak held a relatively

the weak? Because in them, Tang Luo saw

of the common folk, understood the hardships of the young warriors in

empathy would only appear when facing

true weakling? In Tang Luo’s eyes, true weaklings had a basic understanding of their plight and cherished the help of others, expressing gratitude. They weren’t those pseudo-weaklings who used moral coercion to pressure

demands for more help, with no hint of gratitude, behaving as though everything

natural disaster on their own. Hence, Tang

was stirring up the crowd because he didn’t want to give up his freedom. Those who supported him earliest were mostly

exploiting the desperation of the refugees to pressure Tang Luo. The roar of tens of thousands, like a

giant figure appeared on the ground. He knelt down quietly and allowed the amazed crowd to continue shouting their slogans. His gaze remained tranquil,

waste on this foolish act, and

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