Mu Chengxi, listening to Wen Xin's stubborn words of concern, smiled gently and embraced her.
"I'll remember the little ancestor's words. There won't be a next time."
Mu Chengxi bent down to kiss Wen Xin, but she held his chin, denying him the opportunity.
"Don't try to get cozy. I'm still angry!" Wen Xin's refusal was crisp and clear, leaving no room for Mu Chengxi to fantasize.
After seeing Wen Xin off on the plane, Mu Bei stood next to Mu Chengxi, watching him stand there and softly reminded him.
"Master Xi, the delegates from the seven factions of Continent F have all arrived. We're just waiting for you. Our plane is ready."
"Let's go. This time, let's deal with all those restless people to avoid future trouble."
Mu Chengxi turned and walked towards another boarding gate. This trip to Continent F was to stabilize the situation and provide Wen Xin with a peaceful life.
