Staring at the screaming young master, the crowd was utterly dumbfounded, frozen on the spot.
Young Master Tang, the little tyrant of Yunhuang City, had just been taken down!
The crowd all turned to scrutinize Ye Wushuang, thinking to themselves, 'This kid has some serious nerve, daring to lay a hand on the little tyrant!'
Ye Wushuang paid the crowd's stares no mind. After shooting the young master a cold glance, he turned to leave. He hadn't used lethal force—it was just a minor punishment.
As he turned, an invitation on the ground caught his eye.
Ye Wushuang knew this invitation had fallen from the blue-clothed youth's robes. He picked it up and flipped it over. The front was engraved with the single word "Juying."
'Could this be an invitation to the banquet at Juying Tower?'
