The bustling street was crowded, but the young man in white rode his horse gracefully, like a great ship gliding across a calm sea.
"It's Mr. Yue from the Feng Family."
Wu Xiang's face changed, his eyes filled with eagerness and fear.
"Is this Mr. Yue?" Yin Shen Palace was also stunned.
In the Weiwo Sect Headquarters City, wherever Mr. Yue appeared, the masses retreated. Everyone even restrained their momentum, fearing to collide with Mr. Yue.
This demonstrated the boundless power of the Feng Family.
"Indeed, he is a direct descendant of the Feng Family, a lineage passed down for thousands of years from eldest sons to eldest grandsons."
Wu Xiang said in a low voice.
Yin Shen Palace immediately understood the weight of these words.
