The City Lord's son behaved like this today, which was not the first time—it was remarkably effective every time.
After all, no one dared to oppose the City Lord.
Xuanyuan Yichuan and a group of noble youths watched with simmering anger, ready to step forward, but unexpectedly, the black-clad woman let out a low laugh.
Immediately, the three or five servants who wanted to step forward to take her down fell with cries of misery, and those servants collapsed in a heap.
The bystanders saw it, and some cheered and applauded, but quickly hid within the crowd, afraid to be seen.
From this, one could see how arrogant the City Lord's son was!
The City Lord's son folded his fan, gritting his teeth, and said, "Ryan!"
As the words fell, a black-clad figure descended from the sky.
The black-clad person had an expressionless face and short-cut hair, which was very distinctive in this era.
Mo Shu squinted when she saw this person.
