"Tsk tsk, living like a real-life castaway at sea. A little interesting."
"If you manage to survive here, maybe you can even establish your own kingdom."
"Hahahaha, a kingdom of a few hundred people? Don't make me laugh."
"This is an active map, not one of those where you won't run into another Tuiyuan for decades or centuries. With so few people, you'll probably just be hunted down as savages."
"Come on, do a savage dance for us. If you do a good job, I'll reward you with a chicken leg."
The people around them were talking and laughing, conversing as if no one else was there after figuring out Yang Long's identity.
In their eyes, someone who had their Tuiyuan status revoked was no longer one of them, no different from the local natives.
Surrounded, the smile on Yang Long's face had long since frozen. He hunched over, head bowed, doing his best to appear harmless, not daring to give anyone a reason to think twice about him.
