These young disciples from the great powers were always quite wealthy, yet they never dared to be too conspicuous when traveling.
To their surprise, Ye Xuan paid them no mind, directly unleashing an astonishing pressure that intimidated them both.
A Tier Eight Martial Emperor this young was surely a heavenly prodigy from his sect, someone of illustrious status. Had they known Ye Xuan's cultivation was so terrifying, the two would never have dared to open their mouths.
Ye Xuan withdrew his aura and left without a second glance.
The two guards kept their heads bowed, not daring to obstruct him in the slightest.
The streets of Purple Beauty City were bustling with carriages and people, a constant, weaving flow of traffic.
Ye Xuan stood quietly on the main street, gazing at the familiar roads and the virtually unchanged shops, his heart swelling with a thousand emotions.
