The voice was not loud, yet it seemed to possess a strange, penetrating quality, reaching everyone's ears with perfect clarity.
The tense, hostile atmosphere of the confrontation was significantly suppressed by that one casual-sounding "Stop."
Fang Han and Meng Xian's expressions flickered as they turned to look toward the source of the voice.
The crowd parted automatically once more.
A figure ambled forward.
The newcomer looked to be approaching thirty. He wore a simple, moon-white robe, his long hair fastened with a Jade Hairpin. His features were handsome, but his expression held a composure and detachment that belied his age.
He walked casually, releasing no discernible aura, yet as he passed, the people around him involuntarily lowered their heads, daring not to look at him directly.
Number one on the Celestial Pride List.
The third son of the Garrison Commander.
Yue Lingtian.
In Qingyang County, among the younger generation, that name was paramount.
