For ordinary people like them, with no cultivation, a top-grade Elixir that could prolong life was sothing they couldn’t buy even if they had the money. The gift of the Elixir from Mu Hanyan was regarded as an imnse act of grace.
Upon hearing the Shopkeeper’s words, Mu Hanyan’s heart stirred slightly. The Elixirs from the Yang Family were indeed of exceptional quality, not to ntion for ordinary people, even for a Swordsman they were considered Healing Holy Pills. Such fine Elixirs, why had she never heard of them before?
Moreover, with the Yang Family in possession of such Healing Holy Pills, they shouldn’t be unknown; there was no reason for them to be attached to the Qu family. What exactly was the reason for this?
Mu Hanyan wasn’t very familiar with the Yang brothers and wasn’t interested in ddling in their family affairs. She was rely curious for a mont but, unable to co up with an answer, she didn’t bother to think further.
"Alright then, thank you very much, Shopkeeper." Mu Hanyan had traveled extensively in the past and was aware of the hardships of ordinary civilians. She didn’t want to hurt his pride, so she took back the silver note and said this with ease.
Upon hearing Mu Hanyan’s word of thanks, the Shopkeeper seed to have received a grand award, his old face blossod with joy.
"It’s really unexpected, that a found Token could scare away Pang Dezong." Suddenly, Ye Lanfeng ca up with such an abrupt statent. His tone even contained an indisguisable boastfulness, but to Mu Hanyan and the others, this boastfulness seed too forced.
Jin Yuguang was stunned, not understanding what his lord ant. He had noticed when his lord showed the Token to Pang Dezong from within his sleeve. It was clear that Pang Dezong had guessed their true identities and that was why he fled in such an embarrassing manner. Their lord’s identity and the Token certainly couldn’t be fake. But, who was this lord speaking to?
Wu Qiuyun and Yan Yuchu obviously knew the statent was too false. Who could just find a Token that could frighten away Pang Dezong? Moreover, Ye Lanfeng gave them an impression that was too mysterious and profound; surely, the Token was his own. Whom, then, was he speaking to with these words? Could it be ant for others to overhear and then convey to soone else? But to what end?
A faint smile appeared on Mu Hanyan’s face, and in that instant, she understood Ye Lanfeng’s intention. The words were naturally ant for soone else to hear, and she had completely grasped the purpose. That recent statent would undoubtedly reach Mo Yanhong’s ears. As for how Mo Yanhong would react, that was what she needed to face.
Reflecting on Ye Lanfeng’s previous question about her wish, and considering Ye Lanfeng’s current actions, a touch of emotion suddenly rose in Mu Hanyan’s heart. She could feel Ye Lanfeng’s protection and his distinctive treatnt of her, and she was more aware of Ye Lanfeng’s identity and strength—perhaps higher than anyone present could imagine. If Ye Lanfeng always stood up for her, then her growth would be extrely slow, even stagnant. Therefore, Ye Lanfeng wanted her to face and deal with these matters herself.
Mu Cheng, on the other hand, was completely baffled, understanding nothing about the changing expressions of those around him. In this mont, he suddenly felt excluded, feeling the isolation of a fool among a group of wise people. How grievous, how much he wanted to cry. But then he turned his head to see Jin Yuguang with the sa baffled expression, and suddenly he felt a sense of balance. Having soone to be clueless with was really not bad. Little Jin, *muah*. Mu Cheng winked at Jin Yuguang.
But to Jin Yuguang, that was unmistakably a flirtatious look.
Jin Yuguang felt a shiver when he saw Mu Cheng sending that flirtatious look, and his face turned pale as he looked away. This kid, could he be gay, and had he taken a fancy to himself, of all people? Jin Yuguang felt a chill in his heart, but then he thought about it and it seed unlikely. Could it be that Mu Cheng had suddenly had a spasm?
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