Seeing Mu Hanyan and the others enter the teahouse, sipping hot tea and munching on pastries, Mu Ze's stomach embarrassingly began to growl.
Forget it, he couldn't just go back to Heishi City feeling starved. Mu Ze rummaged through his bag, glanced at the last few pieces of dry rations, and decided to set aside his pride and fill his stomach first.
Qi Transformation Pills were too precious, and he hadn't been willing to use them for healing, so he limped towards the teahouse. In reality, Yan Yuchu had left him some dignity, or perhaps it was out of respect for Mu Hanyan. Although the beating seemed brutal, it was all superficial skin wounds, and the pain had just been intense in the moment—nothing serious. After all, if he had been hurt too badly, it wouldn't have been easy for Mu Hanyan to explain upon returning.
"Brother Mu, have a seat here," Mu Yuying beckoned, shuffling over to make some space.
