Mu Chen's hand suddenly landed on Xin Lin's shoulder.
Xin Lin struggled slightly, only to find herself completely immobile.
Her body felt as if it were ensnared by a net.
"Let me guess, where have you hidden the Fu Tian Pill?"
Mu Chen bent down, leaning close to Xin Lin, so close that Xin Lin could feel his breath on her face.
"Let her go!"
With a sharp cry, Murong Ziyue stepped forward with a furious face and pushed Mu Chen away.
Her force was so strong that it made Mu Chen take a big step back.
A carefree smile appeared on his face.
"Isn't this our little sister Ziyue? What, worried I might hurt your little friend?"
Murong Ziyue, worried, glanced at Xin Lin; Xin Lin shook her head at her, signaling she was alright.
"Xin Lin, you go back to the Medical Hall first, I have something to discuss with him."
Murong Ziyue's pretty face showed her displeasure, but she forced a smile.
"Be careful."
Xin Lin gave Mu Chen a deep look, then slowly walked away.
