"Keep away from me, you lowlife, and don't bump into me," a youth dressed in a brocade robe wrinkled his eyebrows in displeasure as he saw Ye Shaohua's pale face almost colliding with him.
Ye Shaohua was living in a Tianxuan Continent that was extremely divided.
On one side were the immortals who could cultivate Dark Qi, towering above the commoners; on the other were the commoners themselves, living within the Imperial City and amongst the nobility.
Then there were the lowlifes, who had neither the Jade Tokens that signified their status nor the money to pay the entrance fee to the city.
Lowlifes had almost no chance of turning their lives around.
Unless, like Fu Xue and Yue Qingning, they passed the Xuanzong Sect's tests and became immortals, shooting up to the skies, just as the Butler had said.
These three types of people were also very easy to distinguish.
People like Ye Shaohua, in tattered clothes and without a Jade Token around their waist, were undoubtedly lowlifes.
