Shen Xiheng felt that there was a hidden meaning in his words, but he couldn't discern anything, so he didn't ask further.
Gazing at the rising morning sun ahead, he remarked, "Qingzhou is quite far."
Located on the border of Dazhao and adjacent to Tulan, Qingzhou was a thousand miles away from the capital city, truly a case of remote mountains and distant waters.
Cailin joined the conversation, "Indeed, Qingzhou is remote. Even if one rides fast, it would take a month to get there."
Shen Xiheng nodded slightly and added, "At least we sent a batch of medicines and food first. The people of Qingzhou should be able to hold out for a while."
If they waited until they arrived, probably several more groups of people would have perished.
Cailin also felt somber, "It's really a case of both natural disaster and man-made misfortune."
