Li Zhengtong took a bite of the big meat bun, glanced at Qin Yu's tofu pudding, and then pitifully sipped some hot water.

That aggrieved expression made Qin Yu feel a bit embarrassed.

"How many cultivation families are there in Wu Sheng City? Is your Li Clan the top here?"

Qin Yu changed the topic, intending to first understand the distribution of power in this small city.