Hong Fang's shout instantly snapped Xia Houhong, who had been blinded by anger, back to his senses.
He couldn't harm the civilians; otherwise, if Emperor Xia found out, the situation would become much more severe.
Rebuked like this, Xia Houhong forcibly retracted his Primordial Power in mid-action.
A rotten tomato hit his face precisely, followed closely by a rotten egg that smashed right into his forehead, instantly turning into a messy mix of red, yellow, stinky, and sour.
Xia Houhong was so furious that veins popped on his forehead like little worms, but he couldn't lash out.
Seeing that Xia Houhong didn't continue the assault and escalate the trouble, Hong Fang let out a sigh of relief, but his brows were still tightly furrowed.
This farce was clearly orchestrated by someone.
Who could it be?
Hong Fang's gaze darkened, and he suddenly noticed someone in the nearby teahouse.
It was Ye Lingyue sitting there.
