Everyone watched Zhao Fu nervously, praying inwardly that he would leave as well.
At that moment, a flash of inspiration struck the richly dressed young man. That boy could follow the cold young man, so why could he not follow the young man before him? Setting aside his identity, this man's power was stronger than the cold young man's.
If he could follow someone like this, it would be a tremendous opportunity, bringing all kinds of benefits.
At that thought, the richly dressed young man's face lit up with excitement. He respectfully knelt on the ground and called out to Zhao Fu, "My lord! I also wish to follow you. I can endure any hardship and do all kinds of things, and I swear loyalty to you. My aptitude is far better than that brat's. Please accept me."
Zhao Fu gave the richly dressed young man a disdainful glance and said directly, "Get lost! Otherwise, I'll slaughter you right now."
The richly dressed young man was terrified. He hurriedly scrambled to his feet and ran to the side, not daring to remain for even a moment longer.
The few thugs also scrambled after him in a sorry state.
Zhao Fu swept his gaze over the commoners kneeling on the ground, who were still too frightened of him to stand. Having lost any desire to continue strolling through the streets, he turned and left, returning to the inn.
"Big sister! You're so pretty. Will you be my big sister?"
Beside a dining table, a sweet-looking five-year-old girl with her hair tied into a single braid clung to Yueshen Ya's arm and pleaded coquettishly.
Yueshen Ya smiled happily and replied, "Sure!"
The little girl beamed, her childish voice ringing out. "Really? I'm so happy to have such a pretty big sister."
"Mm!"