No way! Chen Qingyan would never let Mu Ling know where the Grade-7 spirit herbs were.
Mu Ling closed his eyes in grievous pain. His hands were quivering with rage.
'No!'
"Father, Mother said that she has done this for Grandfather..." Mu Huan could no longer hold back. So, she stood up for Chen Qingyan.
"Mu Huan, you shut up!" Hearing this, Mu Ling opened his eyes and snarled.
Mu Huan held her breath. This was not the first time Mu Ling had exploded with anger.
'They are just a few pieces of spirit herbs, why is he so mad?'
"Qingyan, do you know how important the Grade-7 spirit herbs are to the Mu family? Ten pieces of Grade-7 spirit herbs means there will be ten Holy Warriors in ten generations of the Mu family.
