"Jingxing, Jingyuan, gather the elite disciples in the Mu Clan. Prepare to immediately withdraw from the imperial capital in secret," Mu Jingfeng ordered gravely.
Mu Jingxing and Mu Jingyuan exchanged glances.
The fifth brother Mu Jingyang spoke up indignantly, "Do we really have to withdraw? We will not be able to completely withdraw all our forces from the imperial capital in the span of two or three days."
"Or else what? Do we really sit and wait for the emperor to confiscate our property and execute the whole clan?" Mu Jingfeng asked coldly.
The fifth brother Mu Jingyang had a bitter taste in his mouth. "Could it really be true?"
"Fifth Brother, you couldn't be this naive right?" Mu Jingxing expected better and glared at him. "Could an imperial edict personally penned by the emperor be fake?"
"It is the fourth day today." Elder Qing sighed and said, "Tomorrow is the last day."
