Three days later, at the Imperial Capital's trade fair.
Xiao Yan had assumed the identity of Yan Xiao. Dressed in black, his face handsome, he walked side by side with Ya Fei.
Ya Fei wore a red dress, enchanting and alluring, and linked her arm through Xiao Yan's with a captivating smile. His black robes and her red dress complemented each other, drawing countless gazes from all around.
"Is that Ya Fei of the Mittel Family? A heavenly alluring constitution indeed, with a thousand charms..."
"Who's that young man beside her? How dare he get so close to Ya Fei? Isn't he afraid of that lunatic Mu Zhan?"
"Mu Zhan? That inheritor of the Mu Family?"
"Exactly! His vicious reputation precedes him. He once declared that Ya Fei belonged to him alone, and that he would kill anyone who dared touch her!"
"That young man must have a death wish, daring to provoke a woman Mu Zhan has his eye on..."
"Not necessarily. Look how composed he is. Does he look the least bit afraid? Perhaps he has powerful backing and doesn't fear Mu Zhan at all."
"Hmph, Mu Zhan is the young master of the Mu Family. Here in the Imperial Capital, who besides the Misty Cloud Sect and the Imperial Family would dare provoke him?"
"Haha, whoever wins or loses, Mu Zhan is definitely getting a cuckold's green hat!"
"Shh! Keep your voice down! You dare mock that lunatic Mu Zhan?"
"What's there to fear? His Dou Qi is green, and so is his hat. That's just a fact..."
Whispers surged through the crowd like a tide.
Some gloated, some worried inwardly, but most were simply there to enjoy the show, their gazes flitting between Xiao Yan and the far end of the street.
Listening to their remarks,