Mu Rong said, "Don't worry, I have it under control. I have sent out all my men. I believe we will hear from them soon. After all, Nian Bing is just a mage. He shouldn't be able to run fast."
"Why would he run?" a cold voice came from outside the door, startling the Mu siblings. Although they had not ordered their men to guard, so as not to alert the Huarong Empire to their infiltration into the Imperial Capital City, they were surprised to realize that their spiritual power had failed to detect someone outside their door.
The door opened, and two people walked in. The one in the lead was Rong Bing, the leading figure of the Rong Family's third generation. Rong Ji followed behind with a calm face, holding a slender magic staff in his hand.
Upon recognizing their guests, Mu Jing's face flashed a slight smile, and she rushed up, saying, "Didn't the banquet just end? What brings you two here again? Do you wish to exchange magic with us siblings?"
