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But now Fang Qi took them back to their dignity and let them feel the feeling of being respected.

They really didn't understand it at first, because from their own point of view, they were actually used to being enslaved, and they were used to the feeling of being despised...

The status of the third-class immortal mansion under the Donghuang Immortal Mansion makes them unable to hold their heads up...

They would rather continue to live like this without any future...

Once you get used to it, it's not that bad.

On the surface, everything seems to be over, but in fact? Is it really over like this?

In fact, the dignity in their bones is still there, but it has been wiped out by reality. Now that they have the opportunity to reappear, they are naturally excited and inexplicable.

"There are still three days before the Wanying Meeting. You can rest on your own. I will take you to the post house arranged for us by Immortal Emperor City to rest."

Fang Qi nodded, these people are not rotten to the bone, like this, they can actually be rescued again.

"We are from the Donghuang Immortal Mansion, and we have come to register at the posthouse."

Fang Qi went directly to the posthouse in the south city of Immortal Emperor City. This is the official posthouse of Immortal Emperor City. According to the regulations, participants like them are eligible to live here for free.

"Donghuang Immortal Mansion? Oh...it's the lower third-class Immortal Mansion..."

"Well...it's full, you can find another inn to stay in, now there's no room for you!"

The manager of the post house was a thin monk with an aniseed mustache. His eyes sized Fang Qi up for a long time, and his expression suddenly changed, revealing a look of disdain.

"It's full? What do you mean? Shouldn't the post house be ready for reception? There are 108 fairy mansions, each of which has its own place to live. Why do you say it's full?"

"Where is our Donghuang Immortal Mansion's residence?"

Fang Qi had a dark face. Although he didn't know much about the post station rules of Immortal Emperor City, he still knew the most basic things.

Although Donghuang Immortal Mansion is a lower third-class Immortal Mansion, it doesn't even have a residence... Doesn't it justify it?

"Hmph! If I say no, then there will be no! What? You wild people still want to do something in Immortal Emperor City?"

"Let me tell you, this is not your wild place! This is the Immortal Emperor City! You guys have a try here! I want to see how big your dogs are!"

Fang Qi sat directly on the chair in front of him, his eyes flickering. Today's matter...he has to figure it out.

"Come here! Get me out! A bunch of tricky people! How dare you be arrogant here! Don't even look at how many eyes Prince Ma has!"

Steward Bajiaohu saw Fang Qi playing tricks here, and immediately blew his beard and stared. No one dared to do this to him on this three-acre land.

If someone from the upper third-class Immortal Mansion came over, he would bear it if he was reprimanded a few times, because he has the qualifications.

But how dare a person who came out of the third-class Immortal Mansion be arrogant in front of him?

Although he is just a small manager in the post station, but he is a seventh-rank official in front of the prime minister's gate, and his status is not bad!

Those people from the lower third-class Immortal Mansion had to wait carefully in front of him, and anyone who saw him would call out as an adult!

I've never seen such a sharp head.

"Hehe... still want to expel them by force?"

"Black evil and white evil!"

Fang Qi continued to sit, his expression unchanged, and he let out a muffled snort.