The original slums area outside the city had doubled, and new residential areas had popped up around this construction zone. The residents of the original slums had moved there.

All of a sudden, Qianye saw a bunch of garish feathers drift into his vision—he had found an old acquaintance. Gesturing for Nighteye to remain in place, he moved toward the werewolf chieftain.

In this period of Qianye’s absence, this werewolf had actually grown fatter and taller. The bigger frame made space for him to wear more bright decorative items and show off his wealth.

The chieftain was shocked at the unexpected approach. At first, he was furious, but his face blossomed into smiles upon seeing that it was Qianye. “Your Majesty, you’re finally back!”

The chieftain’s natural joy removed some of Qianye’s doubts. “What’s going on in the city?”

“It can’t get any worse!” The chieftain’s voice rose an octave. “You might not know, but we have all kinds of races here now, and they’re noisy as heck. We clearly have no more space, but we still get dozens of airships coming in every day. Just look! Does it still look like the Cerulean Wave City we know?”

The chieftain said angrily, “Those bastards outside are so crude and uncultured. Be it the vampires, demonkin, or werewolves, the first thing they say is ‘Find me a piece of land, I’ll build the biggest store in the area, I have all the money you need!’ They speak as...