"Who goes there?"
Lu Yang saw the crowd approaching the mountain gate and shouted.
"Yang Chengye of the Yang family, here to demand justice from the Xuanqing Sect!" Yang Chengye stood with his spear planted before him, his slightly plump body erect, exuding an invisible aura of dominance and pride. His voice, filled with oscillating True Yuan, echoed for miles, allowing even those who were merely there for the spectacle to hear clearly.
"Demand justice!" Lu Yang glanced at the miserable state of Wang Shanhu, his eyes twitching slightly.
He had been guarding the mountain gate for over a decade, and it was the first time he had seen someone bring Xuanqing Sect members to the Sect to demand justice.
Those gathered for the spectacle erupted into chatter upon hearing this.
"The Yang family, which Yang family?"
"Which other could it be, naturally the Yang family of Lake Garden!"
"They actually dare to come to the Xuanqing Sect to demand justice, have they gone mad?"
