"Thank you, everyone." Looking at those faces that still carried a hint of childishness but were also filled with deep feelings, Mu Hanyan felt a strong surge of warmth in her heart.
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Mu Hanyan was filled with warmth and emotion, but Mu Cheng’s face turned as white as if it were coated with frost: one moment criticizing Mu Cheng, and the next still criticizing Mu Cheng. Come on, do you really think so little of me in your hearts?
"By the way, are your injuries severe? I still have some wound medicine here, please take it quickly." Mu Ziqing had just noticed that the clothes under Mu Hanyan’s cloak were almost soaked with blood and said worriedly.
"No need, the injuries are not serious," Mu Hanyan said, raising her hand.
The expressions of Mu Ziqing and the others became even more astonished. From the tears and bloodstains on the clothes, Mu Hanyan’s injuries must have been severe. Yet, where could one see any scars now? Only the newly grown skin, which appeared unusually delicate, showed slight traces of the injuries. Once the skin tone returned to normal, probably no trace would remain.
"Brother has already taken the wound medicine given by Master, it’s fine now. Oh, by the way, I forgot to tell you, I am also fortunate to have caught the eye of Master. I will be following Brother Han Yan for some time, and as long as my character is fine, he will take me as his disciple," Mu Cheng said, tilting his nose upward, shaking his leg, and boasting.
"What, that unparalleled master saw something in someone like you? On what basis?" Mu Yuying couldn’t stand Mu Cheng’s smugness and said unconvinced.
"It’s okay, didn’t he say it? He will only take him as a disciple if his character is fine," Mu Xitian consoled.
"Yes, there’s no hope anyway. How could anyone see anything in someone like him? Let him gloat for a few days," Mu Jie also chimed in.
"What do you mean there’s no hope? What do you mean by ’someone like me’? What are you implying, that my character is very poor? You are just jealous, it’s all jealousy." Mu Cheng, used to roughhousing with them since childhood, didn’t get angry but stood with his neck stiff and eyes glaring, hissing furiously like a fighting rooster.
Mu Hanyan smiled as she watched Mu Cheng and Mu Yuying and others. From childhood to adulthood, she had never had such playful fights with her siblings. Fortunately, their attitudes towards her had completely changed now. From this moment on, nothing would be too late.
The tea shop owner and the servant had not yet returned, so Mu Hanyan went inside to change her clothes, put away her cloak, and then returned to Heishi City with everyone.
Though Mu Hanyan’s injuries seemed to have healed completely, her previous state, drenched in blood, still left everyone apprehensive, fearing she might have sustained some internal injuries. Thus, Mu Ze offered her the carriage.
Mu Ze now held immense admiration for Mu Hanyan, whether it was her composure when facing Jiang Yu Zhe before, or her fearless demeanor when facing the three Great Swordsmen afterward. He felt inferior by comparison; it was no wonder Yan Yuchu identified so strongly with Mu Hanyan. Indeed, he was not in the same league.
Reflecting on the incidents that had occurred on this journey, Mu Ze even felt, whether Mu Hanyan was a playboy or flamboyant, those were terms meant for outsiders. As a fellow tribe member, he was actually very fortunate. If Mu Hanyan had not been there this time, neither he, Mu Ze, nor Mu Feng, both regarded as the two most talented individuals in their clan, could have possibly rescued Mu Ziqing from Yan Yuchu without being utterly defeated.