Mu Ying just stood there.
In this Donglu City, he had always loved the people like his own children, unlike the other power-holders who were used to sucking blood.
So even though he clearly could easily drive them away with force, he couldn't bring himself to do it.
He let the howling wind enter his ears, and the white snow cover his face.
He remained silent from beginning to end.
The core members of the City Lord's Mansion stood slightly behind, not daring to speak recklessly; the atmosphere was extremely heavy.
Not long after.
A soft, sticky voice suddenly rang out from behind Mu Ying, tearing through the silence hanging over the scene, "Grandpa, they've only come to terms with us because of Chen Yang. As long as we hand over Chen Yang, they probably won't make things difficult for us, so…"
"Mu Shan, shut up!!"
Mu Ling'er's father, Mu Yunfei, raised his cold brows, erupting in fury as he shouted.
