Ji Xinghuo's world twisted before his eyes, his body feeling the pulling force from outside the leap channel. The sensation was fleeting, and when he returned to normal space, he found himself in the lobby of a public array.
"Check your identity card and pay the fee."
The face of the Pseudo Dragon outside the array squeezed out a reluctant smile, but his eyes were filled with arrogance and contempt.
Ji Xinghuo flashed the ministerial identity card he had acquired just a few days prior.
The Pseudo Dragon's expression changed instantly, becoming enthusiastic as he bowed and said, "My lord, please follow me this way."
Such arrogance followed by fawning didn't surprise Ji Xinghuo in the least.
The True Dragon Dynasty was a realm completely founded on racial and strength supremacy, class differences and racial prejudice were the norm, and racism was politically correct here. Everyone was accustomed to this, seeing it as a given.
