"Damn it, when did East Island dwarves get to rule us Xia People?"
After entering an alley in the city, Liao Aoquan cursed indignantly.
When they had entered the city just now, the woman ahead of him had been harassed by the patrol officers. Fortunately, the Turbid Voice man—the guide he had hired at a high price—had produced an ID and chattered "gibberish" at them in the same language, finally resolving the incident.
"I don't understand why either. Ask, and the answer is just that it's part of the setting," the guide said, shaking his head.
"These people are idiots. Can't they unite and resist?" Liao Aoquan said bitterly as he watched the numb crowds shuffling past outside the alley.
To be honest, those people really could have been his fathers.
The woman among them was still trembling, apparently not yet recovered from the fright she had just endured.
"I'm not a philosopher, so I can't give you an answer," the guide said impatiently. "What we need to do now is follow that local tycoon's instructions, find an immortal cultivator in this city, use him to locate the Dragon Lair, and obtain the Mysterious Object we want from inside it."
"I'm freezing. I want to rest at a restaurant first," the woman Liao Aoquan had earlier called Xiao Rong suddenly said.
"Our time is precious. We can't afford delays," the guide said, shaking his head.
"No, we'll do as Xiao Rong says and go to a restaurant to rest first," Liao Aoquan insisted at once.
The guide glanced at the two of them and rebuked them, "Fine. You paid the money, so we'll do as you say. But let me remind you: here, idiots and lazy people don't live long!"
"You know we paid you, so why are you mocking