The dark purple Spirit Butterflies spread throughout the city, adding even more enchanting charm to the entire place.
The victory of the Three Great Palaces threw Xiangrong City into constant celebration throughout the night, and Chu Mu's name rose in wave after wave among the crowds.
Chu Mu himself definitely couldn't join in the festivities, as he was currently lying in the rest room.
Watching Ye Qingzi busily working amongst a cluttered array of medicinal concoctions, Chu Mu couldn't help but let a smile appear on his lips and said, "Ye Qingzi, stop busying yourself, you must be tired too."
"How can I do that? Your skin has only healed, but it will be a long time before your muscles, bones, and blood vessels recover on their own, and it will hurt," Ye Qingzi said earnestly.
