Yang Tian frowned, feeling a bit displeased.
These poor people, are they crazy for money? Just because they see someone coming down from the upper class district, they assume he's rich?
But Yang Tian is just a poor guy too.
It's his first day of work, and he won't get paid until next month.
"I don't have money..."
Yang Tian shrugged his shoulders.
"You don't have money? How could you afford such a beautiful airship? How did you come down from the upper class district?"
The middle-aged man's face turned furious, and he raised a handgun as big as a ping-pong paddle, firing a shot at Yang Tian.
Bam!
A loud bang sounded.
A beam of Divine Breath shot towards Yang Tian, moving at great speed.
In that instant, the Divine Breath within Yang Tian surged out, forming a Divine Breath Screen in front of him.
The beam of Divine Breath struck the screen and dissipated with a snap.
"He's a cultivator!"
