"Even if Milton doesn't dare do anything to us, are we really supposed to stay here forever?" One-Eyed Dragon's voice rang out, full of both complaints and helplessness. "This place is bloody cursed. I don't think we were ever meant to come here. Do you know how many gold coins a room at the hotel Milton rented costs per day? And I heard that's considered cheap. I saved money for so many years, yet it wouldn't even be enough to live here for two years! The non-Hua Clan people who can live in Xuanyuan Hill are all nouveau riche from the subcontinents. There are more royal nobles on these streets than there used to be prostitutes around Black Flame City's train station. And this is only the outskirts of Xuanyuan Hill. I heard there are even more nobles living within Imperial Emperor City, not to mention Golden Power Market. Milton usually struts around with his nose in the air, but once he enters Golden Power Market, he doesn't even dare breathe too loudly. To the people here, gold coins seem like they grow out of the ground—millions or tens of millions tossed around at the drop of a hat. Heaven knows how much all that gold would weigh if it were piled together. Back in Black Flame City..."
"Enough. Can you stop bringing up Black Flame City all the time?" Jerome cut One-Eyed Dragon off. "You keep talking about some remote city on a subcontinent. The moment people hear it, they'll know we're country bumpkins who've never seen the world..."
"What's wrong with being a country bumpkin? I think Black Flame City was pretty good—at least better than this place!" One-Eyed Dragon muttered. "Wasn't Zhang Tie from Black Flame City too? I was even the one who introduced him to