"The man wasn’t tall, around thirty years old, with a black mole by his eyebrow, he went in that direction, you can still catch up if you chase now," Mu Han Yan had never considered becoming the Holy Daughter, but she wasn’t vengeful as Mu Ze and the others imagined. She added another sentence.
"Really?" The middle-aged man leaped up like a carp on a chopping board.
"Why would I lie to you? If I wanted to see you dead, staying silent would have achieved the sa result," Mu Han Yan said, her lips curling dismissively. She truly didn’t care about this man’s fate. To help or not was rely a whim.
Without further thought, the middle-aged man felt she was absolutely right, so he dashed in the direction Mu Han Yan had pointed. Amid despair and regret, soone had suddenly handed him a lifeline; the imnse relief nearly overwheld him. And in that instant, his attitude underwent an earth-shattering change.
He ran a few steps, then stopped, turned around, and bowed to Mu Han Yan, saying, "My na is Lin Zhide. Earlier, blinded by folly, I spoke ill of you, sir. You bear no grudge and even offered your help. I am deeply ashad. Whether or not I can retrieve the deed, you are like a parent reborn to . I, Lin Zhide, will rember this kindness for my whole life."
After saying all this in one breath, the middle-aged man dashed off again.
"Sir, thank you for helping reclaim my belongings just now. I can’t thank you enough," seeing Lin Zhide apologizing and admitting his fault, the others could no longer believe his previous slanders. The first young man stepped forward to express his gratitude.
"Thanks to the sir’s assistance, I was able to recover my ancestral Divine Sword. Thank you very much," another middle-aged man also ca forward to thank him. To Mu Han Yan, this so-called ancestral Divine Sword was rely above average, but in the eyes of common folk, it indeed deserved the title of Divine Sword, and the fact that it was handed down from ancestors was even more significant.
"That Lin Zhide slandered the sir severely yet sir reminded him without bearing any old grudge, this breadth of mind is beyond even my own," the elder who had earlier accused Mu Han Yan of misconduct also said with emotion.
"This ti, I was able to recover my losses thanks to the sir. Why don’t I host and treat sir and his party to a few drinks at Zuixian Building?" soone boldly suggested.
"What are you inviting for with your penniless purse? I’ll invite, I’ll invite."
"If we are going to invite, it should be decent. Let’s all pitch in and ask Zuixian Building to bring out their century-old brew for us to taste," another person chid in with instigation.
Suddenly, everyone crowded around Mu Han Yan, offering thanks, praising, inviting, and stirring up excitent, but all wore faces of gratitude and admiration.
Human nature, sotis very ugly, yet not all people are so.
Mu Ze’s expression worsened. If they had thanked Mu Han Yan from the start, it could have been acceptable, but their prior hesitation, even flaunting their authority in his face and scolding him before, now bowing their heads was even more humiliating.
The others, seeing Mu Ze’s expression, secretly despised him: even we outsiders are incredibly impressed by Young Master Han Yan, yet his own people remain indifferent. What kind of reasoning is this?
They were just a few brats after all, thinking that putting on an airs of severity made them adults, lacking even that bit of magnanimity. What great things could they achieve? And one could only wonder which family’s descendants they were and how they were raised?
Since people like Mu Ze had earlier felt disgraced by Mu Han Yan’s actions, they were extrely cautious when they spoke, omitting surnas and origins, so now besides knowing the na Mu Han Yan, they didn’t even know his family na.
Even though they didn’t voice their inner thoughts, Mu Ze could still see their disdain. Seeing Mu Han Yan accidentally stealing all the lilight made him feel like he was on pins and needles, wishing he could sprout wings and imdiately leave Xiaoyang City.
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