Accompanied by the sharp crack of whips, the crowd screamed in terror.
Jiang Fan frowned slightly, set down his chopsticks, rose to his feet, and walked to the window to look down.
The street below had already descended into chaos.
A luxurious carriage drawn by crimson demon beasts came charging wildly down the street.
The entire carriage was gilded, with beaded curtains hanging around it, lavish beyond compare.
Upon the carriage sat a young nobleman in embroidered robes, wantonly swinging a long black whip.
"Hyah! Hyah!"
At his shouts, the stalls lining both sides of the street were smashed into disarray, fruits and vegetables scattering across the ground.
Pedestrians fled in all directions, cries and shrieks intertwining into a deafening clamor.
In the middle of the road, a little girl of four or five stood frozen, staring blankly at the wildly charging carriage. She trembled from head to toe, too terrified even to cry.
"Run!"
"Get out of the way!"
The surrounding passersby cried out in alarm. They wanted to rush forward and save her, but they were powerless to do so.
A raggedly dressed woman came charging over in a frenzy, crying out with a heart-rending wail.
"Nannan! Run!"
However, the carriage was simply too fast. It was not something a Mortal could catch up to.
Seeing that the little girl was about to be crushed to pieces, everyone shut their eyes, unable to bear the sight.
"Hmph!"
"It seems that wherever one goes, there are always people like this, running amok without restraint!"
Jiang Fan sneered inwardly, preparing to save the little girl's life.
But before he could make a move—
A figure suddenly flashed before his eyes and darted out from the crowd, scooping the little girl into his arms.
Then he rolled across the ground, barely