Seeing the bowl in Li Sinian's hands about to tip over and fall to the ground, Li Mu Yang reached out and beckoned. The bowl suspended in midair flew into his hand.
"Come in, all of you." Li Mu Yang spoke in a low voice.
Creak.
The courtyard gate was pushed open, and a group of men in black walked in.
Lu Qingming looked at Luo Qi and Li Sinian, who had fainted over the table, and asked, "Are they all right?"
"I asked Hong Xiu for the 'Nine-Flame Incense.' Taking it puts a person into a deep sleep for nine days and nine nights. By then, they should already be in Wind City. When they wake up, my battle with that old monster Still Water will already be over."
"Mu Yang." Standing at the back of the crowd, Li Yan said worriedly, "How am I supposed to explain this to them when they wake up?"
Li Mu Yang walked to his father's side and said softly, "If they don't leave, I can't set my heart at ease. Just tell them I did this because I wanted peace of mind, and that was why I used this method to send them away. Tell them not to blame me."
"But—"
"Father, there's no better way." Li Mu Yang gave a bitter smile. "I tried to persuade them, but they wouldn't listen. So I could only resort to this. Father, you're a man who understands reason. You should know that sending them away now is the safest choice. I know you're willing to face the danger with me, but I'm unwilling to let you. If you don't leave, my heart won't settle, and I won't be able to calm down and figure out how to break the Still Water Sword Technique."
"Father,