Sorry, I Got Carried Away and Cut Off Your Hand

At the center of the city.

A vast, empty expanse stretched as far as the eye could see.

At the very edge stood a small table where registration was being processed.

The queue was long—so long that its end was nearly impossible to see.

The people in line wore all manner of clothing, but they appeared to be from small sects or independent cultivators.

"How long are we supposed to wait? There are clearly more efficient ways to do this."

"Exactly. These major powers really don't treat us like people. They get automatic registration while we have to stand here in line."

"Keep your voice down. We're only here for the rewards and cultivation resources. Don't offend them."

Behind them, Song Li, who was waiting in line, frowned at those words.

He patted the person in front of him on the shoulder. "That's not right. Why should they be allowed to do this?"

"Speak more quietly."

The man tugged at Song Li's sleeve and whispered.

"Are these grand, top-tier powers truly incapable of showing even basic respect?"

"Humiliating people with a queue, deliberately making things difficult for small sects and independent cultivators—is this Five Directions City's way of treating its guests?"

Ignoring the person tugging at his sleeve, Song Li stepped out of the line.

In an instant, the people behind him occupied his original spot.

Song Li: "???"

No way.

It seemed he had been naïve after all.

Song Li did not know what to say about these people, and even the force behind his earlier words weakened.

"Oh? Someone is questioning Five Directions City?"

At the front, the cultivator handling registration paused slightly.

The registration process for the person before him was interrupted.

Two gazes swept over.

"Ridiculous."

Song Li spat out two words, though it was unclear