"I am the Peng clan's young master!"
His shout drew more attention towards them, and hearing his declaration, people widened their eyes in surprise, some even bowing their heads slightly at the mention of the Peng clan.
"The Peng clan? They're the ones who rule Fengying City."
"The young master of the Peng clan… these girls are in real trouble now."
Such were the murmurs of the newcomers to the crowd and as if on cue, a group of guards marched forward, their polished armour gleaming under the sunlight, each adorned with the emblem of a golden phoenix—the unmistakable symbol of the Peng clan.
They stood behind the young master, their presence making it abundantly clear he spoke no lies. The message was clear: defy the Peng clan's young master at your own risk.
The young master sneered, feeling vindicated as the guards made his identity undeniable.