CHAPTER 424: 424 FOURTH MISS ZHAO’S POISON PLOT

"Fine, I won’t talk to you about it anymore. Let me recuperate for a while, I just want some peace." Jiang Yuzhe said in a hurry and then took off running after Huayue and Zirong, looking as wretched as a dog that has lost its home.

"Eh, where did Jiang Yuzhe go? I thought I saw him just now, how come he’s disappeared so quickly?" Mu Yuying asked excitedly with her sleeves rolled up.

Mu Hanyan stared in shock at the fleeing figure of Jiang Yuzhe, then at the excited face of Mu Yuying and her wildly gesticulating hands, struggling to find the words for a long moment.

It seems things are different from what she had expected. How come she never realized before that Mu Yuying could be so violent? Could it be that a few scares from Jiang Yuzhe had triggered this aggressive tendency?

It was truly a case of the right medicine for the right symptom. Who could have imagined that Ghost Sword Jiang Yuzhe, whose fierce reputation would spread far and wide in the future, could also be bullied like this? Mu Hanyan shook her head, filled with emotion.

Since Jiang Yuzhe had run off into the distance, she might as well put aside her initial thoughts for the time being.

At that moment, other Mu Family’s disciples also hurried over to see off Mu Hanyan and the others. Upon seeing the Great Elder, they all bowed respectfully.

"We’ve seen the Great Elder. Please rest assured, we will certainly cultivate diligently and will not disappoint your high expectations."

"The Great Elder is kind. In the past, we were naive and misunderstood you, but from now on, we’ll always remember your teachings and dedicate ourselves to our cultivation in order to serve the family." Mu Jie and others said, moved.

"Uh... It’s good that you understand, there’s no need to be so formal." The Great Elder was initially startled, but then he realized what was happening and promptly helped them up, speaking fondly.

As he spoke, he also stealthily sized up Mu Hanyan, thinking to himself: It’s quite remarkable, could this prodigal have truly had a change of heart and shared those treasures with everyone?

While puzzled, the Great Elder’s mood improved considerably. After all, his efforts hadn’t been in vain. Earning the understanding and respect of the younger generation was indeed satisfying.

Thus, the Great Elder’s gaze toward Mu Hanyan became a bit warmer: it was a relief that this prodigal had finally done something right and wasn’t beyond redemption.

Mu Hanyan noticed the trace of softness in the Great Elder’s eyes and smiled faintly. She knew that this wasn’t enough to completely change the Great Elder’s preconceptions about her, nor to dissolve his hostility towards her father, but it was, at the very least, a good start.

After saying goodbye to everyone, Mu Hanyan and the others boarded the carriage, left the city gates behind, and sped towards the Longyan Mountain Range.

Behind them, Fourth Miss Zhao was watching their departure with a sinister look on her face.

"Cousin, are you sure the expert you spoke of can really kill Mu Hanyan?" Fourth Miss Zhao asked Zhao Sinin.

"Don’t worry, the moment he makes a move, not just one Mu Hanyan, but even ten would all be on a one-way journey to death," said Zhao Sinin confidently.

"The Mu Family is a noble family from the Capital, and Mu Hanyan is a legitimate descendant. Would that person really dare to make a move?" Fourth Miss Zhao said with some concern.

There were many in the world capable of killing Mu Hanyan, but few would dare once they knew his true identity.

"Rest assured, if it were before, he might not have acted, but now, he will definitely not refuse," said Zhao Sinin with an air of mystery.

"Good, let’s set off then. This time, we cannot allow Mu Hanyan to return to Heishi City alive," Fourth Miss Zhao said venomously as she climbed into the carriage.

The carriage gradually left Heishi City, traveling on the winding mountain roads. Despite the thick fur cushions inside, the chilly mountain wind piercing through the curtains still brought waves of coldness.