Recalling Mu Bingling's words and considering her strength, he subconsciously felt that she wasn't bluffing. Perhaps she really did have the power to make him regret this.
Shaking his head, Mu Rongxuan sneered. 'What's wrong with me? I'm a Seventh-Ring Martial Disciple. Although she's only one ring below me, that's more than enough. My true strength isn't just the Seventh Ring—it's the Peak of Seven Rings!'
At this thought, Mu Rongxuan relaxed. Gazing at Mu Bingling's slender figure, he muttered under his breath, "Mu Bingling, you're mine. Only I am worthy of you." With a smirk, he led his group of lackeys toward the training grounds in the distance...
Mu Chen had already run to his favorite spot on the back mountain. His mind was blank. Mu Rongxuan's words had completely shattered the last shred of self-respect he had left.
"Mu Chen, if you're a man, don't spend your life hiding behind a woman."
"Well, if it isn't our crippled Fourth Young Master?"
