This person, standing between Chu Feng and Li Xiao, surprised not only everyone else — even Chu Feng was caught off guard.
Chu Feng didn't know this person. Even if you stretched the definition of acquaintance, they were certainly not close.
Because this person was also a junior here, and this was the first time Chu Feng had ever laid eyes on him.
Come to think of it, when Chu Feng had first entered this palace, quite a few juniors had greeted him.
Most of it was false courtesy, putting on an act in front of the white-robed Lord. But Chu Feng could tell that some of them had genuinely welcomed his arrival.
And that person was none other than the one now standing between Chu Feng and Li Xiao.
He looked somewhat aged — though he was technically a junior, he had the appearance of a middle-aged man.
Chu Feng could tell that his true age was probably somewhere in his nineties, right on the verge of aging out of the junior classification.
As for his name, Chu Feng knew it as well. In a strange twist of fate, his name was Fan Zhou.
"Fan Zhou, what are you doing?"
Seeing this person block his path, Li Xiao's eyes went wide, and he barked out in fury.
"Aiyah, Brother Li Xiao, we're all brothers here. What's this about?"
"Give me, Fan Zhou, some face and let it go, alright?"
Fan Zhou said with a cheerful grin.
"Give you face? Who do you think you are?"
As Li Xiao spoke, he shoved Fan Zhou aside with a powerful force that sent him tumbling to the ground.
But he paid him no attention. Instead, he strode toward Chu Feng and raised his fist, ready to slam it into Chu Feng's face.
However, the moment Li Xiao raised his fist, he froze on the spot.
That was because his gaze had locked with Chu Feng's.
He was standing right in front of Chu Feng, barely a foot away. Their eyes met, and he could see Chu Feng's eyes with perfect clarity.
When he saw the look in Chu Feng's eyes at that moment, his body went rigid and his heart trembled.
In Chu Feng's gaze, he saw something that filled him with terror.
It was the feeling that if he brought this fist down, he would die.
Though he had no idea why he felt that way… he was afraid.
In that instant, cold sweat even began beading on his forehead.
"Fine. I'll give Fan Zhou some face today."
After that, Li Xiao reluctantly lowered his raised fist.
Though Li Xiao understood why he had done so, the others didn't.
"What's going on? Do you know that guy Fan Zhou or something? Why give him face?"
"Exactly. That Fan Zhou is always grinning and chatting up whoever he sees — obviously some lowborn trash trying to ingratiate himself with us. You really need to give someone like that face?"
The crowd stepped forward to question him.
After all, they had all been hoping Li Xiao would teach Chu Feng a lesson, and they didn't want him to let Chu Feng off just like that.
"Young Lady Yin, please don't move."