"Elder Brother, you... you... you said... he... he said... said you... wet..."
"Stop talking! Cough, cough, cough!..."
In the Imperial Capital of Southern Chu, on North Street, stood a luxurious private courtyard where the disciples of Guangling Pavilion were staying.
Lying on his sickbed, Mu Yun began coughing violently at Mu Yuchen's words.
"Elder Brother, don't get worked up. I won't say it. I won't."
Mu Yuchen hurried forward and used her True Essence to steady Mu Yun's Qi and Blood.
Although Xu Taiping had not put his full strength into that Baxia Form, a Baxia Form unleashed with a Soaring Dragon Realm Dragon Whale Physique and the power-generating method of Thousandfold Force would injure even a genuine Martial God caught unprepared, let alone a half-baked Martial God like Mu Yun.
At the time, the words "still wetting the bed at eight" had nearly made Mu Yun lose his mental composure, leaving his power completely dispersed. As a result, he had been badly injured.
"You little brat! Of all the things you could remember, why have you remembered that embarrassing business of your brother's for so long?"
Forcing down his surging Qi and Blood, Mu Yun looked at Mu Yuchen with utter incomprehension.
He was not a good-tempered man, but he could always speak pleasantly to his younger sister, Mu Yuchen. That he was speaking to her in such a tone now showed just how fiercely his anger burned.
"I... I... I just thought it was funny."
Mu Yuchen turned her head aside, her hands hanging down and her fingers twisting together.
"Funny? Cough, cough, cough!..."
Mu Yun nearly coughed up blood again from anger.
"It wasn't funny. It wasn't funny. Don't be angry, Elder Brother. If you get any angrier and throw your Qi and Blood into disorder, this