Chen Qingyan's eyes widened in bewilderment and then it was overtaken by resentment.
"I… I am still alive? Why didn't you let me die? I have made so many mistakes. I must offer up my life as a penance! Why are you saving me?"
"Qingyan!" Mu Ling was overjoyed. Just as he wanted to rush up to Chen Qingyan, Feng Ruqing shot Mu Ling a glance.
"Nan Xian, stop him!"
As soon as Feng Ruqing finished her words, a young master in a white robe stood before Mu Ling, stopping him from moving further.
Currently, the old master and everyone present were taking Feng Ruqing's side. The people of the Mu family were burning with rage as Chen Qingyan had used up too much spirit herbs from the Mu family. They were no longer defending Chen Qingyan. They did not even care if she died.
The relationship between these people and Chen Qingyan was built on spirit herbs. Without spirit herbs, Chen Qingyan was nothing. Naturally, no one would spare her a glance now.
