In the small yard behind him, Qu Shanling gazed long at the departing figure of Mu Hanyan, his face old and weary with an added trace of guilt.
"Young Master, I really didn't mean to harm you. Only you could possibly unravel my deathly tribulation, but calculations suggest it might even bring you a life-and-death ordeal. I don't want to harm you, but I don't want to die, I really don't. You're so powerful; you must be able to solve it, to withstand it. I can't, I would just drop dead. Young Master, after you survive this tribulation, I'll definitely treat you to lots of pork legs, so many!
Ah, 'Divine Martial descends, heaven and earth traverse,' what does that even mean?" Qu Shanling murmured to himself, his fingers twisting in his hair, apparently finding a few more white strands.
After bidding farewell to Mu Nan and the others, and leaving Hua Yuezi behind at the Chamber of Commerce to help out, Mu Hanyan returned to the Mu Residence alone, filled with doubts.
