So many people had come that Yuzhou City could barely hold them all.
Quite a few people without money began forming groups and putting up crude, ramshackle wooden huts outside the city, quietly waiting for the ceremony to officially begin.
Given the unusual circumstances, Demon-Suppression Bureaus from quite a few other cities also sent people to lend a hand.
Having so many people might have been a good thing for Chu Xingchen, but not for those attending the disciple recruitment ceremony. As the crowds grew, food prices began to rise.
Even after grain merchants entered the market, sensing a profit to be made, grain prices never came back down.
It was as though they had all agreed on it.
At that moment, Lin Luoyu was drinking a bowl of plain rice porridge with a somewhat pained expression, not even daring to order pickles.
She had never had much travel money and could barely afford the rising food prices, but fortunately, she had gone with Cui Hao to collect a numbered token, securing a relatively early slot.
Lin Luoyu had carefully worked it out. If she economized from now on, she should be able to make it right through to the end of her participation in the ceremony.
Come to think of it, that alone counted as a good deed on Cui Hao's part.
After their conversation over drinks that day, Lin Luoyu had upgraded her impression of Cui Hao from someone who looked like a good person to someone who was probably a good person.
"Miss Lin, watching your health lately?"
Lin Luoyu looked up at the voice. It was Cui Hao, the probably-good person. Faced with this exceedingly presumptuous question, she chose to take another sip of porridge.
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