Although these slaves are illiterate, they are sensible, but they still cry constantly when their relatives are in front of them.

"Heaven tells people to die, and earth waits for people to be buried; both are the general trend of heaven and earth, and they move naturally... People are afraid of the sorrow of death and greedy for the joy of life, so they can only strive for self-improvement."

Feng Yun used the songs spread here to appease everyone in this way.

The mysterious energy is gentle and comes out slowly.

Let everyone settle down.

"Can you really survive if you keep striving for self-improvement?" someone asked.

Feng Yun shook his head.

"I don't know, but I know that as humans continue to strive for self-improvement, it is difficult to determine the future. However, as humankind continues to strive for self-improvement, there will always be opportunities for improvement in the future."

"Ugh... Fengzi, your words are too broad, we are just slaves."

Someone is sad.

But no one asked Feng Yun to save his relatives anymore.

Feng Yun watched the smell of the medicine coming out and knew it was done, so he opened up the fire and used the warmth to accumulate the medicine.

"What happens to a slave is determined by man."

Feng Yun silently poured out the medicinal soup from the copper stove.

"The slaves will disappear."

Feng Yun is like a promise, but also like seeing through the years.

His words shocked the hearts of the surrounding slaves. Some wanted to refute, but Qu Yuan had already entered.

Unlike Feng Yun, Feng Yun is friendly and treats everyone well.

But Qu Yuan was an aristocrat, and he might be friendly, but under his circumstances, how could a slave say anything to refute him?
Chapter completed!