The white-robed youth stood silently, exuding an eerie presence.
No one could ignore him standing there.
In temperament, he bore a striking resemblance to Mo Liancheng.
Seeing the white-robed youth silent, Gong Zhen quietly retreated behind him, standing properly. As for the purple-robed youth outside the door, he had already been restrained by others, with no time for rescue. However, they only restrained him, without causing any harm.
The old man and Zhan Zhonghong's battle clearly showed restraint.
Neither fought with full strength, otherwise, the courtyard would have long been destroyed. Yet, this restraint was neither voluntary nor optional, but necessary. Within the Moyang Capital, a fierce battle between two masters of the Green Profound Rank was hardly possible.
"Is that person the old Family Head of the Zhan family?" The white-robed youth's long eyebrows rose slightly like willow leaves, "He can actually hold Uncle Rong to a draw."
