"Is that Fang Yue? It really is him!"
"What is he doing here? A lowly country bumpkin, a mere Martial Scholar... How could he possibly be here?"
At this moment, Wen Lan also saw him—Fang Yue, lost in the crowd, dressed plainly, with an ordinary, unremarkable appearance, looking like just another part of the background.
After all, even though this was just a matchmaking event for a branch of the Wen Family, every one of the talented young men who came to participate was an outstanding scion from one of the great Noble Families.
Only in a place like Yujing City could you gather so many young men who possessed status, Talent, and handsome looks. You would never find such a concentration of them in any other Prefecture Mansion of the Great Wei Dynasty.
But right now, in Wen Lan's eyes, Fang Yue, mingling in this crowd, was like a stray dog that had wandered into a pack of tigers.
The sight was utterly bizarre.
