The closest to Mu Chengxi, Mu Bei, watched anxiously as he looked at Mu Chengxi, his eyes settling on Mu Chengxi's injured arm.
Although it was just grazed by a bullet, one could still clearly see that Mu Chengxi's arm was already a bloody mess.
"Master Xi... this..."
"It's nothing."
Mu Chengxi coldly cut off what Mu Bei was about to say, completely unconcerned about the wound on his own arm. Right now, his only concern was Wen Xin's condition; he had underestimated Luo Qiete before.
If he had taken Luo Qiete's strength seriously earlier, perhaps Luo Qiete wouldn't have had the chance to reach Beijing, let alone the opportunity to take Wen Xin away. Everything was due to his negligence.
If Mu Chengxi had to use an adjective to describe his mood at that moment, it would be regret. He deeply regretted not focusing more on preventing Luo Qiete from entering Beijing, otherwise, so many things wouldn't have happened.
