Elder Ji felt uneasy in his heart.
"Enter the city," Mo Hua ordered.
Elder Ji had no choice but to answer, "Yes," while silently praying in his heart:
"You damned bastard, Manager Wang. I don't care if you deduct my Spirit Stones, but please don't die on me. If you die, I might have to go down with you. This 'Little Yama' kills people without blinking an eye, and not a drop of blood is shed. I don't even know what sort of death I'll face..."
After his silent plea, Elder Ji drove the carriage carrying Mo Hua to the front of Little Post City.
Inside Little Post City, it was bustling, but the city gates were tightly shut.
In front of the gate, several Foundation Building Body Cultivators stood guard, blocking the way.
Mo Hua's carriage was naturally stopped as well.
Li State was in turmoil, and the defenses of Little Post City were naturally very strict. Ordinary cultivators didn't even qualify to enter the city.
At this moment, Elder Ji's identity played a role.
