Fang Yuan swept his gaze over Shen Qingwan's convoy.
Three carriages, with a dozen or so guards.
There were a few familiar faces among them, including the genius Shen Qingwan had previously favored, Mu Rongqing, as well as several geniuses from other commanderies.
Gu Changqing, however, was nowhere to be seen.
Presumably, he was still at the Imperial City Security Department.
The Imperial City Security Department had been the first place surrounded. Getting out would probably be difficult.
Mu Rongqing, however, looked rather worse for wear.
The moment his eyes met Fang Yuan's, Mu Rongqing's heart trembled.
Had Fang Yuan already become this powerful? Powerful enough to make Shen Qingwan's entire convoy wary?
Even though this group had been hastily thrown together, there were still several fourth-rank martial artists among them.
Just how strong had Fang Yuan become, to make Shen Qingwan lower herself and seek peace?
"So this is Fang Yuan? The one who can make Manager Shen bow her head?"
"We have four fourth-rank martial artists here! Why should we humble ourselves and beg him?"
At the sight of Shen Qingwan treating Fang Yuan with such respect, several geniuses who were meeting him for the first time spoke up, their words brimming with resentment.
Fang Yuan was alone, and younger than they were. Their refusal to accept his superiority welled up inside them.
They were outsiders who had come to Wushui Commandery hoping to compete for opportunities. Instead, they had stumbled straight into this mess, leaving them seething with frustration.
"Shut up!"
Mu Rongqing spoke in a low voice.
His voice was quiet, but cold. One sweep of his gaze left those who had spoken afraid to say another word.
Fang Yuan glanced at those geniuses.
He shook his head slightly.
*They still couldn't see the situation clearly.