Xu Guang stood in the distance, quietly watching, like a god who held their lives in his hands.
Thankfully, Jiang Zi Yun walked over from the side, holding onto his arm.
"Brother Guang..."
Xu Guang took one last look at the few figures kneeling, smiled, "It's nothing."
Not until the man and woman left did the people who had spoken earlier finally breathe a sigh of relief, "Who was that? So terrifying."
"I don't know, but at least a Fourth Grade expert."
"What are you looking at? Get lost!"
The group couldn't afford to offend Xu Guang, so they could only vent all their emotions on the surrounding pedestrians.
Of course, the pedestrians couldn't afford to provoke them, but some had recognized Xu Guang's identity earlier, looking at them with a hint of mockery in their eyes.
These young masters suffered grievances in public, but will they seek revenge?
The group looked displeased, somewhat dissatisfied, at the person who had spoken recklessly before, with a hint of blame.
