A thousand new immigrants, within a month... only then can Huangquan City escape the calamity of being dissolved.
The heartfelt words of the Wuling City Lord kept echoing in Ye Lingyue's ears, even after she left the Jiu Provinces Hall.
In Xuanwu City, it was a sunny day, and the sun was bright, but Ye Lingyue's mood could only be described as gloomy.
After walking a few steps, she suddenly felt someone following her. Ye Lingyue raised an eyebrow and slightly shook her hand, a force exerted from her palm.
"Speak, who sent you to follow me."
Ye Lingyue was in a bad mood, and when she saw the person she had caught like an eagle grabbing a chick, she wore a fierce expression.
"Divine Doctor, Divine Doctor, spare my life. No one sent me to follow you. I am Jia Fugui, I was also in the Red Sleeve Pavilion that day, do you still recognize me?"
