The shopkeeper stood quietly behind the counter, his eyes flickering, lost in thoughts unknown.
Among all those present, the only one unaffected was Li Zhirui.
As a true Immortal Cultivator, the internal affairs of Human Dao were of little relevance to him—he was merely an observer.
"Friends! Please quiet down for a moment! Lend me your ears!"
As the crowd murmured and the scene grew noisy, a robust man stood atop a bench, yelling at the top of his lungs.
Perhaps out of curiosity, perhaps out of fear of his brute strength, or perhaps because he genuinely held some authority among them, the hall gradually quieted down.
The crowd looked up one after another, waiting to hear what he might say.
"Everyone now knows Mo Family is about to establish a new dynasty. And what's most important for a dynasty? Population! And land!"
