On the Jinling Yangtze River Bridge.
The man named Yu Qian carried a heavy backpack on his back, pulled a towing rope for a trailer over his shoulder, carried his eighteen-month-old daughter in a sling on his chest, and held his barely four-year-old son's hand in his right hand.
Among the many migrating civilians, he wasn't the one with the heaviest burden.
Yet even so, he was already struggling with every step.
The nearly thousand-kilometer trek had almost drained his strength. Though they had received aid from the Mechanical God Sect for most of the journey, riding on steam trains and steamships they once could only watch from afar, these modes of transportation could only cover a limited route.
In two weeks, following the main group, he had measured nearly 400 kilometers with his legs.
