Mu Hanyan glanced at Mu Feng with eyes that seemed poisoned and calmly took Qinglian’s hand, heading back to her courtyard. That’s right, she did it on purpose! To infuriate that idiot Mu Feng! In her past life, he had constantly harassed her and she hadn’t even settled the account with him yet. If not him today, then who else?
Qinglian turned her head back and delivered the final blow to Mu Feng, "Also, don’t call me Qinglian. We’re not that close. Please call me Lady Yi." Mu Hanyan could not help but laugh inwardly. Her Qinglian was truly a master at delivering finishing blows. Hahahaha!
Mu Feng almost choked with anger, his gaze towards Mu Hanyan turning even more poisonous.
Mu Feng stood rooted to the spot, watching as Mu Hanyan and Qinglian’s figures got farther away, yet the rage in his heart swelled tremendously.
Mu Hanyan! This playboy and good-for-nothing, what virtues or abilities does he have? He just has a father who is the City Lord!
As long as he defeated Mu Hanyan, as long as his father took the position of the City Lord, everything would change.
Moreover, why does such a waste deserve the Bone Marrow Cleansing Pill? It’s simply a waste to use it on him. The Main Family of the Capital sent two Bone Marrow Cleansing Pills, one already given to Han Feng, which no one protested. After all, Han Feng’s status and strength were apparent. However, the second Bone Marrow Cleansing Pill was yet unassigned by the City Lord. Everyone knew the City Lord intended to save it for his useless son, Mu Hanyan.
These two matters combined, Mu Feng could no longer contain himself.
He shouted at Mu Hanyan’s departing figure, "Mu Hanyan! Do you dare to act like a true man and face me in a fair duel?"
Mu Hanyan stopped in her tracks and turned around, her expression cold as she looked at Mu Feng.
Fury surged in Qinglian’s heart, just about to speak up when Mu Hanyan gently squeezed her hand, prompting her to remain silent.
"Mu Hanyan, do you dare? I’m just asking you, do you dare?" Mu Feng’s face was dark, pressing her aggressively.
Qinglian was really infuriated. What rank of swordsman was Mu Feng? A Fifth Rank! And what rank was Han Yan? A First Rank!
Wasn’t this blatantly humiliating Han Yan? It was too much, that detestable Mu Feng! Qinglian glared fiercely at Mu Feng, wishing her glare could materialize into something substantial. If it could, Mu Feng would probably be riddled like a honeycomb by now.
Seeing Qinglian’s fiery gaze, jealousy overwhelmed Mu Feng even more, his speech growing increasingly rash.
"Mu Hanyan, if you cowardly evade this, you will..." Mu Feng was abruptly interrupted by Mu Hanyan’s cold interjection.
"Dare—why wouldn’t I dare?" Mu Hanyan’s face was icy, eyes boring into Mu Feng. With his Fifth Rank Swordsman strength challenging her First Rank, Mu Feng had truly abandoned all decency. But did he think that would scare her into retreating?
The moment Mu Hanyan spoke, not only did Mu Feng freeze, but even Lady Yi, the nearby guards, and the passing servants were stunned.
What did they just hear? The Mu Family’s playboy Young Master had actually agreed to compete against the Fifth Rank Swordsman, Mu Feng?
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"Ten days from now, at the Mu Family’s training grounds," Mu Hanyan dropped this line, then without another word, pulled Qinglian away and left.
It took a moment for Mu Feng to regain his senses. Watching the backs of the departing pair, his eyes, particularly fixating on the hand Mu Hanyan held Qinglian’s with, turned sinister and icy. Mu Hanyan, this is your own doing. When the time comes, I will make sure to crush that hand of yours!