Yang Zhen was dragged by the Ice Martial Guards and ran madly, chased relentlessly by the crowd behind him. Various vegetable baskets, chicken eggs, and even shoes were flung at him.
Initially, the Ice Martial Guards dragged Yang Zhen, but as the situation got worse, Yang Zhen decided to grab the guard and run faster, soon leaving the crowd several streets behind.
Once they had finally shaken off the crazy mob, a confused Yang Zhen peeked out from a tavern and muttered, "What the hell just happened? Why did I get chased through several streets just for saying my name?"
The Ice Martial Guard chuckled bitterly, "I don't know. I haven't been in Tieling City for over two months. Maybe someone with the same name as you, Yang Zhen, did something outrageous and infuriated the public?"