Even without any overt display of pressure, an invisible force could still be felt.
It was as if it were a towering mountain, an imposing peak!
The people in the courtyard were instantly filled with doubt, whispering amongst themselves again.
Saint Son?
They had never heard of any Saint Son in the Li Mo Sect.
Who is this guy?
He looks so young.
Jiang Shi's gaze swept over them and quickly settled lightly on a few people within the crowd, pointing at them with a finger, "You, come out!"
The people he pointed at had a slight change in their expressions, their hearts skipped a beat, and they started to struggle violently.
"What? Unwilling to come out?"
Jiang Shi's tone was calm.
"Saint Son, but... but what mistakes have we made?"
A middle-aged shopkeeper who was pointed at asked nervously.
"Indeed, I just learned that you hail from the Seven Eastern Sea Races."
