"Hey, it's all family martial arts, yet he hasn't joined any Sects!"
An Jing also rigorously maintained the persona he had recently crafted for himself, that of a young prodigy with impressive martial skills, who enjoyed putting on airs and being admired by others.
As for exactly which family he was from, he would say, "My elders instructed me not to disclose such matters carelessly," yet he subtly revealed some details that made people feel that the family backing him was low-key yet astonishingly powerful.
In this way, the identity of 'Jing Xuan' became thoroughly established, even gaining a few more detailed settings.
But an unexpected event occurred.
"You there, Dust Li boy."
Just then, as Head Constable Wang was preparing to wrap up and lead his men away, he walked over.
He pushed through the crowd, his brows slightly furrowed, gazing at An Jing.
The old constable seemed to want to say something but finally simplified it to one question, "Do you have a pass permit?"
