Mu Hanyan had no idea that Fourth Miss Zhao had already harbored a murderous intent towards him, far beyond the minor skirmishes of the past, as he, accompanied by Mu Cheng and Wu Qiuyun, moved towards the distance.
"Brother Han Yan, what should we do now?" Mu Cheng asked with concern as he looked around the vacant valley.
He had thought that after regrouping with the others, they would be able to jointly defend against the Exotic Beasts, thereby increasing their chances of self-preservation. He hadn't expected to encounter such an incident, but he didn't regret refusing Qu Fengting's threat at all. In fact, spitting in his face felt immensely satisfying.
Huh? It seemed that ever since he chose to follow Mu Hanyan, he had always found himself feeling quite gratified. Mu Cheng suddenly realized this.
"Let's find a place to set up camp, over there looks good," Mu Hanyan said, pointing to a protruding rock wall in the distance.
