Mu Rouxuan might have been immature, but she made an effort not to hinder others and claimed responsibility. However, her strong prejudice against Qiaoqiao left Mu Xingchen with a growing headache.
He couldn't help but reach out and pinch the area between his brows. The situation had taken an unexpected turn. Back home, their mother had at least served as a mediator, maintaining a superficial peace between Rouxuan and Qiaoqiao.
Little did he anticipate that things would escalate to such an incompatible state.
Assisting Mu Rouxuan to a side where they could find shelter from the rain of arrows, Mu Xingchen sat down on a large rock. It provided a temporary shield from the projectiles above.
Mu Rouxuan panted heavily and whispered to Mu Xingchen, "Big Bro, I-I just need to obtain one of the few sacred tools in the Sun and Moon Wheels. With it, I can fully recover this broken body."
