People's hearts are as hard as iron, and they change

"It's fucking time now, who cares about the ghetto?" A big man with a scraggly beard took a sip of wine, cursed angrily, and ignored him. "It's too late! I really don't know where the so-called slums are." There was an old man at the ninth level of the Martial Realm who stood up slowly, looked towards the southernmost tip of Kaitai City, hesitated for a moment, said these words, and then sat down slowly again. "Fellow Daoist, don't be fooled by that fool. Have you and I ever seen a slum? How...