Guanjiang Capital City.
The bustling streets were filled with people coming and going, and the cries of street vendors were endless.
Suddenly, someone let out a sharp scream, their voice piercingly loud almost to the point of breaking.
"The Young Master of the Yang Family is out!!"
Immediately, the women strolling through the streets turned pale and hurriedly pulled their companions away, running off as if there was some kind of demon or ghost behind them.
Soon after, at the street entrance, a fair-skinned young man dressed in snow-white robes, holding a folding fan, gracefully stepped forward.
Behind him followed a dozen aggressive-looking servants.
The man lightly flicked his folding fan and sighed in disappointment as he saw that only men remained on the streets.
"Alas, it's all because I was born too handsome. Whenever these young ladies see me, they shyly run away."
