Yang Zhen was arm in arm with two elders from the Divine Travel Realm, one with black beard and the other with white. From a distance they seemed to be getting along very well, although in reality the two elders were probably already cursing under their breath.
With Yang Zhen clinging to their shoulders, the two elders could only muster a wry smile, clearly wanting to shrug off his hand but didn't dare to.
They had no choice, for these days, practically all of the strong practitioners in the city lord's mansion were suppressed by Yang Zhen, and even the City Lord himself had lost half of his beard to him.
Now that Yang Zhen heard their scheme against him, they could only laugh and apologize profusely, trying not to get on the wrong side of this monster.
