Perhaps because of his anger, Mu She did not hold back much this time. One slap sent Mu Li spinning several times on the spot before he fell to the ground with a thud, sitting there in a daze.
"Leaving aside how terrifying Xiao Yan's potential is, can our tiny Wolf Head Mercenary Group afford to provoke the sect behind him?"
Mu She looked at his son with utter disappointment. Compared to great strength, a person's judgment could sometimes determine whether they would go farther in life.
No matter how strong you were, there would always be someone stronger.
Only by knowing how to assess the situation could one live longer, yet Mu Li's behavior today had greatly disappointed him.
"Reflect on yourself properly. If you insist on courting death, I will not avenge you even if you die by Xiao Yan's hand.
"The Wolf Head Mercenary Group cannot have such a brainless leader either."
With a low snort, Mu She flicked his sleeve and strode away.
Watching Mu She's departing figure, Mu Li remained seated blankly in place, his gaze flickering between light and dark.
"Are we still going out to gather herbs tomorrow?"
The night air was slightly cool. Xiao Yan sat leisurely in the courtyard of the Ten Thousand Medicines Shop, unusually not cultivating.
His gaze rested on Xiao Yi Xian as her delicate hands gently worked the pestle, and a gentle smile remained on his lips.
Silvery moonlight draped over Xiao Yi Xian like a thin veil, making her slender figure appear even more captivating.
Her quiet, earnest appearance made it difficult for anyone to harbor impure thoughts. Instead, she possessed a unique, gentle beauty.
If Xun'er was an elegant blue lotus and Ya Fei an eye-catching red rose, then Xiao Yi Xian was a pure