Yet his mind was clearly elsewhere, and his expression was nothing like Situ Ye's arrogant, self-satisfied air of superior talent.
His features were indifferent, yet a proud air of standing head and shoulders above the crowd flowed from him as naturally as breathing.
His gaze swept lightly across them, and Situ Ye, whose face had been clouded with anger, instantly fell silent.
"Is this a marketplace brawl? Or are you all country bumpkins from some backwater village? Making such a racket—why don't you simply strip off your formal robes and have it out with your fists?"
The others who had originally wanted to speak up on Situ Ye's behalf saw this man open his mouth and at once put away their postures, saying no more.
Instead it was that Rong Lijun who, looking utterly free of all Taboo, watched as Baili An was sizing up the speaker, and actually introduced him in a relaxed tone:
