Ye Lin had never been in the habit of swallowing insults. Did a nobody like this deserve to shit on his head?
Why had he endured bitter cultivation and countless brushes with life and death? Wasn't it so he could live a carefree, unfettered life without being bullied by anyone?
You bullied me before I cultivated, and you still bully me after I cultivated. Then wouldn't all my cultivation have been for nothing?
"Outsiders entering Fantasy Capital need to obtain an entry permit. What grade of permit do you four plan to get?"
Ye Lin led the three behind him into Fantasy Capital and spotted a small table. Behind it stood a little old man with a walrus mustache, smiling cheerfully at them.
"Can't we enter the city without this entry permit?"
Ye Lin stood before the table and asked with a frown.
"Of course you can enter without one, but none of the city's facilities will serve you. You can only sleep on the streets, and you won't even be able to buy food."
"And the limit is only one day. Once that day is up, you'll be sent back."
The little old man stroked his walrus mustache and patiently explained it to Ye Lin.
After all, these people were about to become his customers. How could he be disrespectful to customers?
"Then get us four."
"What grade would you like?"
"There are grades for this too?"
Ye Lin eyed the little old man suspiciously. This old man was up to no good.
Even a tiny permit came in different grades?
"Of course. There are four grades in total."
"The first grade only allows you to buy food and stay at inns. Naturally, you won't be able to enter any high-end venues."
"The second grade is different. You may