"You people in the Upper Mountain District have food and drink. Are you really going to stand by and watch us in the Lower District starve to death? Aren't the things you use and eat up there grown by us down here at the cost of our lives?"
"We beg the honored folk of the Upper Mountain District to help!"
Shouts rose one after another, all from Middle Rank or Lower Rank cultivators.
Zhou Hen frowned and asked, "The great fortune mist is here, and the mayor won't do anything?"
The Filthy Beggar said, "He's the mayor. His first priority is keeping his position. Everything else comes second. Unless the people in the Lower District threaten his hold on that position, why would he care whether we live or die?"
Just then, people began cursing, one after another.
Xu Changren said, "The ones cursing now have suffered a lot of blessed afflictions-Eight Blessings or Nine Blessings, for instance. Unless something unexpected happens, they'll all ascend to immortality when this fortune mist arrives."
"Aren't you all hoping to ascend to immortality?"
Xu Changren said, "We're also hoping to go to the Upper Mountain District and drown ourselves in wine and pleasure. If we could choose that, anyone who wanted to ascend to immortality would be a fucking idiot. We just don't have a choice." As he spoke, he pointed at the Fortune Character on his Blessing-Welcoming Team uniform.
Gradually, the curses grew louder. Many people began banging earthenware jars, basins, and buckets. The sound alone made for an impressive spectacle.
Soon, the mayor's voice rang out again.
"My colleagues, led by Mr. Fu, have already made thorough preparations in the Lower District. Their presence there is equivalent to my presence there, which means I am fighting shoulder to shoulder with you.