At the sound of the voice, a few men pushed their way through the crowd. Their style of dress was a stark contrast to the fashion of the Imperial Capital, resembling the popular attire of the north. They all carried a sharp, capable air, and in their midst was a young man of about twenty-four or twenty-five. He had thick eyebrows, large eyes, a square face, a high-bridged nose, and wheat-colored skin, exuding a distinct military aura. He was the one who had just spoken. His piercing gaze swept over the crowd as he announced loudly, "Whose Magical Beast is this? Name your price. I'll buy it!"
The clown had killed the man who insulted Ye Wen Ni with a single strike of its claw. As if disgusted, it shook its talon, and not a single drop of blood remained on the claw, which was covered in a layer of fine scales!
