Mu Chen's teeth-grinding demeanor appeared rather bizarre to those around him.
"Brother Mu?"
Nolan Zhuyun was puzzled.
Third Brother Mu was acting somewhat unusually today; normally, he would never show weakness in front of others.
"Mu San, do you truly not know who harmed the students of Gu Feng Academy?"
Long Qingxuan questioned suspiciously.
When it comes to understanding ghosts, Fengdong ranks second, and even the Taichang Holy Institute wouldn't dare claim first.
"If the Crown Prince doesn't believe me, he can let me drink some Holy Water, perhaps some truth might be revealed."
Mu Chen spread his hands.
Long Qingxuan's handsome face still bore a smile, showing no anger.
"Mu San loves to joke, why would a normal person need to drink Holy Water?"
