The young man with peach blossom eyes glanced at the scene in front of him, asking weakly, "What is this? What's going on?"
With his eyes unfocused and lacking vitality, his demeanor immediately dispelled the crowd's fear of the wild beast, and they started to threaten him.
"Whoever you are, scram."
"If you don't want to die, then move along. Don't interfere with our business."
Even the man named Wen Wei, looking at the young man who was barely twenty, riding the beast, coldly said, "Righteous Gang is handling affairs, bystanders should leave."
His idea was simple. Since they had come to the territory of Xiling, they had to behave—dragons coiled up, and tigers lay down.
The Righteous Gang wasn't made up of pushovers. There were more than a dozen masters who had transcended the Mortal Realm. Despite the threatening nature of this beast, the young man astride it only had the cultivation of the Mortal Realm. What was there to fear?
