The shopkeeper stood quietly behind the counter, his eyes flickering with thoughts unknown.
Among those present, the only one unaffected was Li Zhirui.
As an orthodox Immortal Dao Cultivator, the internal affairs of Human Dao had little to do with him; he was merely an onlooker.
"Friends! Please quiet down a bit! Hear me out!"
Amidst the bustling discussion, a burly man stood on a bench and shouted with all his might.
Perhaps out of curiosity, perhaps fearing his strength, or perhaps he held some respect among the crowd, the hall quieted down.
Everyone looked up, eager to hear what he had to say.
"Everyone now knows about the Mo Family's impending establishment of a new dynasty, and what's the most important thing for a dynasty? It's the population! It's the land!"
