"Life, life, life, we want our lives!" The city lord repeatedly replied. He subsequently stomped a foot on that clerk's butt, kicking him to the back of the procession.
City Lord Luge was almost fifty years old and had grown out a goatee. At this time, he was smiling apologetically at Murong Xun and company and said, "Misunderstanding, misunderstanding, it's a misunderstanding! As everyone has travelled from far away, please enter the city to rest."
"Compensation!" The little stoic said suddenly.
The three peak masters and the Holy Water Sect's senior sisters twitched their mouths without exception.
On the other hand, Mo Lian couldn't resist laughing out loud. "We spent half a day's energy before being able to enter. City Lord, see what you can do about compensating us!"
Well spoken!
