Shangguan Fei stared at the dark-red man drenched in blood and cried out, full of regret. "You—what happened to you?"
A sudden surge of strength filled Shangguan Hong. Even if he was going to die, he'd take his enemy down with him. He sat up in bed, but before he could speak, Old Man Mu casually pressed him back down.
"You've got some nerve coming back here, brat. Come to confess? Come to beg for mercy? Let me tell you, the Dragon King isn't that easy to deal with. If you want to see him, you'll have to get past me first."
Shangguan Hong pressed his lips together. He remembered that he had a mission to carry out.
Old Man Mu kept chattering. Shangguan Fei's face had gone deathly pale, and all he wanted to do was throw up.
Divine Doctor Sun hurried into the tent. One glance at the wounded man sent him into a rage. "Why didn't you call me first? What use are these two?" As he spoke, he ripped open Shangguan Hong's clothes, wiped away the blood, and spread on some hemostatic powder.
"What use am I?" Old Man Mu jumped to his feet. "I'm plenty useful. I can make him live or make him die..."
"Get out." Divine Doctor Sun was never patient when treating the sick, and he feared no one.
Old Man Mu was about to fire back with some harsh words when the Dragon King entered. The guards respectfully bowed in greeting. Old Man Mu immediately forgot all about Divine Doctor Sun and bent lower than anyone else. Only Shangguan Fei could rival him.
"Today it was my turn to patrol the barracks with Shangguan Fei." Old Man Mu watched Divine Doctor Sun, who was busy saving a life, with smug satisfaction,