Everyone was stunned, seeing the scribe seated at the desk, pen in hand, writing in a register without looking up, but when they didn't hear a sound for quite some time, they raised their heads to look.
"I'm talking to you, give me your surname and name, where you come from, and what are you doing in the city? Quick, there are others waiting in line."
Just as they had taken their positions, a group of mortals gathered behind them, each accompanied by shrimp soldiers and crab generals, forming a queue.
"They're outsiders, not from Daqian, and there's an immortal among them."
The mortal who earlier had entered the city to sell vegetables hadn't gone far, and hurriedly turned back to inform the scribe.
"Immortal? Qi Cultivator?"
The scribe was clearly startled, but seeing they had already entered the city walls unharmed, he relaxed and even showed joy on his face:
