Yang City was a major city, but there were very few men connected to Azure Mountain who could also ride in the same car as the Little Celestial Master.
And the patient had said it too: although that man had been fierce, he really was handsome.
With looks impressive enough to earn praise even from his opponents, how could Feng Jun possibly remain hidden?
That was why Beihe had come. He knew Feng Jun was known as a master and was respected by Azure Mountain, with rather extraordinary methods. He had originally intended to speak civilly—cultivators should not attack ordinary people. It was inappropriate.
Yet once he had finished, Feng Jun did not even need to speak before Guan Shanyue asked directly, "Are you sure they were ordinary people?"
Beihe pondered briefly, then nodded decisively. "I'm sure."
Women were generally emotional, especially middle-aged aunties, but Guan Shanyue possessed both sensitivity and reason—as was clear from her cautious way of handling matters.
So she asked again, "Then what exactly did they do? Was there any cause behind it?"
"It was nothing more than a verbal dispute," Beihe said with a frown.
He did not know much about what had happened, and that young man could hardly have portrayed his own family as utterly vicious.
So he now felt that Guan Shanyue was taking the wrong side. "The key is that they never made a move... I can guarantee that."
But Auntie Guan was not so easily fooled. She gave a cold laugh. "So you're saying Fellow Daoist Feng and Tang Wenji were bored enough to run to Qing Shan and beat up the locals?"
"It's pointless for Master Guan to speak like that," Daoist Beihe said solemnly. "The issue now is that Fellow Daoist Feng used hidden force against ordinary people.