The scoldings dimmed a little.
Under the gaze of the crowd, Ji Fengyan slowly walked out the door. The street was filled with trash and disgustingly filthy.
Ji Fengyan's face remained expressionless. The citizens felt that they were looking at a frail, delicate young girl who held an extremely peculiar aura—unbefitting someone of her age.
"This young girl looks so strange…" More cowardly citizens couldn't help murmuring when they saw Ji Fengyan's profile.
"How could she not be strange? If not, how could she have caused the death of so many people! General my foot, I think she is a demon!"
Thinking of how many people had died and not knowing if they would be next—their alarm at seeing Ji Fengyan was instantly replaced by their intense fear of death.
