"With Brother Han Yan around, let's see who dares to mess with us in the future?" Another young member of the Mu Family said, clenching his small fists and gesturing wildly.
Seeing this bunch of little playboys getting carried away, Mu Hanyan shook her head silently.
"Have you ever thought, if I hadn't detected the authenticity of the Chengjun Sword, who would be crying now? If I hadn't been able to withstand Mo Yanhong's palm strike, could I have tricked him? Even if I risked injury to resist him, what would I gain?" Mu Hanyan said calmly.
Hearing her words, Mu Zexian and the others were slightly taken aback, then quietly calmed down and started pondering.
There's no need to use a heavy hammer to beat a loud drum, so Mu Hanyan didn't say much more and headed towards the Mu Family estate.
"Brother Han Yan, I'll go cultivate first, I'll come find you another day." On the way back to the Mu Family, Mu Zexian finally spoke to Mu Hanyan.
