Ling Jingyu's brows furrowed slightly as he listened, and his handsome face darkened.

He looked down at Mo Yunzhao and saw that no matter how loud the shouts were, she remained calm and unmoved by anyone.

Ling Jingyu looked up at the people who were still shouting angrily, his eyes dark and his white, snow-white hand twitching slightly.

In an instant, the surrounding air seemed to be sucked out, and a powerful pressure, like a celestial shield, pressed down, making it hard to breathe.

The people who had just been shouting suddenly knelt down one after another, gasping for breath, barely able to speak.

Even Mo Jinghao and his group had their foreheads covered in cold sweat, with beads of sweat falling to the ground.

Seeing their reactions, Ling Jingyu raised his peach blossom eyes and smiled gently, like a spring breeze.

Although they said they wouldn't interfere, they didn't say they wouldn't take action.

He looked at Mo Yunzhao as if he wanted to take credit.

Unfortunately, Mo Yunzhao couldn't see, but she still sensed something was wrong. She turned her head slightly and asked, "Sister, what's wrong?"

"It's nothing, they're probably just too weak from shouting, so they're kneeling for a bit?" Mo Yunlan couldn't quite make out what was going on with these people who had suddenly knelt down.

Ordinary people who were standing still looked on with blank expressions at the mob that had suddenly knelt down and remained silent.

Ling Yongnian squinted and looked up, but he couldn't see who was releasing the pressure.

However, he glanced at Mo Yunzhao, stepped forward, and said in a deep voice.

"Mo Yunzhao is the city lord of Moyang City, and he has been granted permission by the Emperor. You cannot contradict him. Today, I will let it go for the time being, since this is your first offense."

"But if there is a next time when Lord Mo is targeted in this way, I will certainly not be polite!"

As he spoke, he waved his sleeve, dispelling the oppressive aura that enveloped him.

More thuds echoed, and the kneeling people immediately went limp, collapsing to the ground and begging for mercy.

Seeing Mo Yunzhao's puzzled expression, Mo Yunlan said, "It was Ling Yongnian. He released his spiritual power and used his aura to suppress the people and stand up for you."

She could truly feel the spiritual power emanating from Ling Yongnian.

Mo Yunzhao tilted his head slightly and said definitively, "It wasn't him."

"Um?"

Ling Jingyu's smile grew even wider.

Mo Yunzhao scoffed dismissively, "He doesn't have that ability."

"Uh...who is that?"

The sound wasn't loud, but it wasn't far away, and Ling Yongnian heard it clearly. His handsome face turned pale with anger.

Mo Yunzhao actually looked down on him so much!

Mo Yunzhao glanced sideways, knowing that Ling Jingyu was right beside her, and said nothing more.

He merely raised his chin slightly and said, "You say I'm not worthy to be the city lord of Moyang City?"

Ling Jingyu felt his heart flutter at that glance, and his peach blossom eyes were full of spring passion as he smiled.

The people who were still lying on the ground were so intimidated by the terrifying pressure they had just experienced that they dared not utter the words "unworthy" again. They trembled and did not even dare to look up at her.

Mo Yunzhao turned her head slightly and said to Mo Yunlan, "Sister, do you remember them?"

Mo Yunlan glanced at it lightly and nodded, "It should be about right."

Mo Yunzhao hummed in agreement, then raised his voice and said, "Tomorrow, expel them from the household registration of Moyang City."

Upon hearing this, the kneeling people suddenly looked up at Mo Yunzhao, forgetting their fear, and questioned him, "On what grounds do you expel us from the household registration of Moyang City?"

Having a household registration in Moyang City comes with numerous benefits.

All the people in the city have jobs, and as long as a family's monthly allowance is less than five taels of silver, their children can go to school for free. Those with even a little bit of cultivation potential can also cultivate.

This is the child's hope.