The middle-aged man said this, then hurriedly pushed through the crowd and left, his eyes full of caution.
Yang Fan looked at Rui Xue and Shangguan Xiaohua curiously, pondered for a moment and then understood the reason. Rui Xue and Shangguan Xiaohua were wearing clothes issued to disciples by the Holy Temple. Anyone familiar with the Holy Temple could immediately recognize the features and insignia of the sect's uniform.
And precisely because he knew Rui Xue and Shangguan Xiaohua were disciples of the Holy Temple, regardless of their cultivation, he understood that the people of the Holy Temple were not to be provoked.
After all, this was the Holy City; the name alone indicated this place was essentially the domain of the Holy Temple.
Rui Xue and Shangguan Xiaohua clearly noticed this too, though they said nothing, merely feeling pleased with their identity.
The onlookers saw one of the arguing parties leave and naturally lost interest, dispersing in an instant.
