Jiang Chen remained calm and composed, standing among the crowd, observing the middle-aged man and the girl. From the details, this middle-aged man didn't seem like an ordinary Vagabond gallant. Judging by the smooth and fair skin on his palms, back of his hands, neck, and face, Jiang Chen noticed.
He was clearly someone who was nurtured with care and comfort.
As for the girl, though she was dressed in coarse hemp clothes, she didn't appear to be a maid from a poor family either. This father and daughter seemed more than just ordinary Loose Cultivators.
The various jeering noises from the crowd were starting to bother Jiang Chen.
Suddenly, Jiang Chen decisively made a decision. He parted the crowd and stepped forward.
He placed one hand on the middle-aged man's wrist.
The girl let out a cry, her crisp voice hastily saying, "Don't touch, it's poisonous."