Qinghe City, in a dark corner of a street, two men were bowing their heads and worshiping a strip of tobacco.
The two men looked at this strip of tobacco as if they were looking at their ancestors.
Ever since the great fire at the Red Tower Mountain base, tobacco in Qinghe City had been in short supply.
It was quite strange indeed, that the Red Tower Mountain base was burned, even Yuxi's tobacco was gone.
Few knew, the Yuxi Sect had attacked Red Tower Mountain, not only wiping out its people but also using it as their own tobacco warehouse.
So, it wasn't surprising when the Young Hero took them all down.
Now the whole city was lacking tobacco, and this was why these tobacco addicts treasured this strip like a gem.
"Brother, it's unbearable not to smoke, let's leave," the man on the left said, kneeling in reverence to the tobacco.
