Watching as the old beggar returned to his hut, Mo Qian gritted his teeth in frustration. However, he was inside the safety zone of the Imperial City!
"Little You, what do we do?" Mo Qian shifted his gaze to Little You.
At this moment, Little You was forcefully rubbing her palm with a handkerchief, her displeasure evident. She complained, "Mo, you brute! You got us into this mess with just one sentence!"
"Also, it's useless to complain. All these NPCs are controlled by the main brain. Perhaps someone else might have beat us to this mission." Little You frowned as she analyzed the situation. Then, noticing the many players around who were watching their drama unfold, she shouted, "What are you all looking at? Move along!"
Seeing that there was no longer a scene to watch, the players dispersed. Only one player in a black robe remained standing still, much to Little You's disdain.