"Yeah."
Nan Xian's long, livid face relaxed. He then looked at Mu Yong coldly again.
His presence was dominant and oppressive. Aside from Mu Yong, the others from the reclusive world were also scared and afraid to move after hearing how Mu Yong had addressed Nan Xian.
Young Master Nan Xian.
They had never seen him, but he was like a legend in Tian Shen Manor!
Why did this godlike man come here? He even stood up for… a woman?
"Nan Xian, do you want to disown all your relatives and friends just for a woman?" Mu Yong may be too fearful. His voice was sharp and he was panicking. He took a few steps backward and gritted his teeth. "Furthermore, I have captured the black dragon for the old master!"
The black dragon snorted. "You just said that Lady Qing Yan was not feeling well and needed to use me as a medicine."
Mu Yong's face turned pale at this moment. This time was indeed Mu Ling's miscalculation.
