At the same time, inside the King Mu Fort, Grand Elder Mu Sansi and his son were seated across from each other. Mu Sansi held a brush in his hand, and he quickly began to paint on the paper on the table. He seemed to be painting bamboos. He was very relaxed.
Compared to his calmness, Mu Xuanzhen who stood by his side seemed to be slightly anxious, "Father, the fort master and the rest have already headed to Spirit Fog Island to participate in the martial gathering for hours ago. Are we still not going over?"
"What's wrong with being patient?"
Grand Elder Mu Sansi did not even raise his head, saying indifferently, "Life is just like painting. Since you already have a plan, you shouldn't be arrogant or impatient, only then can you achieve great things."
Mu Xuanzhen said anxiously, "Father, I'm worried that that old geezer, King Mu, has wasted three chances. By then, it would be too late even if we head over!"
