The Murong brothers broke out in a sweat and hurriedly said, "But my injuries are not healed, I can't recover properly without at least half a year of rest."
"Duan, big brother, please don't be impulsive. Give me some face, and give Mingyu Palace a chance to turn over a new leaf. As long as they don't come looking for trouble again, we'll call it even."
"This time, if you get hurt again, Feng Ling'er and Shen Ying will definitely blame me. It's good to rest for a while!"
Duan Yun looked at the Murong brothers, raised an eyebrow, and finally said, "Alright, if you're not holding onto past grievances, what more can I say? You're making me seem petty."
Upon hearing this, the Murong brothers heaved a long sigh of relief.
Although they had the victory over the Huangshan Sword Sect under their belt, the Murong brothers were truly not ready to immediately trouble Mingyu Palace, the myth of the Martial World.
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Today, the peach tree in the courtyard sprouted a hint of tender green.
