Under Mu Guyue's powerful Divine Sense, she vaguely saw something like silver glimmers occasionally flash and vanish amid Mu Sha's writhing flesh.
Those silver glimmers were almost imperceptible, but Mu Guyue still noticed them.
Her heart jolted. Although she was not good at teaching Mu Sha, he was, after all, her own flesh and blood.
Moreover, Mu Guyue was intimately familiar with the medicinal liquid she had prepared back then. It would only gradually strengthen his muscles and bones; it could never cause anything like this.
Mu Guyue's lovely face instantly darkened. She knew how fierce the fighting and competition within the Black Devil Race were. She herself had slaughtered her way to where she stood.
But she had long since become powerful, and few would readily provoke her now. Still, it was possible that someone who wanted revenge but dared not face her had secretly targeted Mu Sha.
Provided they acted cleverly enough, there were still things they could do without her readily noticing.
Mu Guyue was not afraid of Mu Sha dying in a fight. Although she let him fend for himself, she had also left certain safeguards on him.
Unless Mu Sha was killed instantly, she would immediately sense any mortal danger he faced. Even if he were killed instantly, Mu Guyue could still find the murderer within their race.
Perhaps this was utterly unfair to others, but where was true fairness to be found in the cultivation world?
The direct descendants of the powerful were born with advantages over others. Any fairness was merely on the surface.
Their true purpose was to have their descendants endure the cruelest tempering possible without knowing they were protected.
Of course, such protection was reserved for certain direct descendants or exceptionally brilliant disciples within the clan.
Upon discovering Mu Sha's