The scene fell deathly silent.
Even Gu Yuan, floating in the air, felt he had been caught in an undeserved disaster.
Good grief.
Mo Tianxing's landing had been remarkably precise—not too much, not too little, right on top of the two of them.
"Qin'er! Qin'er!"
"I want this man dead! I want him dead!"
After only a moment of calm, the Zhao Clan Patriarch completely descended into madness.
He had only this one son. He had to avenge him.
Light began to radiate from his body.
Something was very wrong with the atmosphere.
At that critical moment, the City Lord made his move.
"I say, disperse."
The next instant, the aura of the Zhao Clan Patriarch, who had been wrapped in light, vanished, and he returned to his ordinary appearance.
Someone had fallen from the sky.
Even if he was not an expert, he had to be some fellow with a fortuitous opportunity.
Whatever the case, the City Lord needed him alive.
"I still need to use this person to break through my bottleneck. The opportunity may lie with him, so he cannot die."
The City Lord's words were astonishing.
Even Gu Yuan found them surprising.
He looked around. Yet no one else seemed shocked by what the City Lord had said.
No—rather, they were not surprised by how openly the City Lord had said it.
"Yeah, this guy clearly isn't ordinary. He must have something good on him."
"Right. If the City Lord and the Patriarch weren't here, I'd want to keep this unconscious man all to myself."
"Yeah, what a damn shame."
"Who knows how many resources the City Lord has gotten this way."
"Exactly. But if it were me, I'd definitely do the same."
The people around them began discussing it as well.
But were these really