The entrance to Illusion City was in chaos, with a group of survivors looking extremely aggrieved, as if suffering a huge injustice.
"Why? Why can they join Illusion City unconditionally and even get permanent residences, while we have to pay an entry fee for each day we stay?"
"Exactly, we are all above Divine Cultivation Seventh Grade, can bring more value to Illusion City than those old and weak, why do they get such good treatment?"
"We need an explanation, we also want a residency in Illusion City!"
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"What's all this noise about? What's all this noise?" Zhang Menglong squeezed through the noisy crowd with his people.
"City Lord!" Members of the Banak Tribe, assigned by Zhang Menglong to guard the city and register people, immediately saluted respectfully upon seeing his arrival.
"What's going on?"
