Second floor, by the window.
Chen Mu squinted his eyes, lying on the rocking chair.
"Pillar of people?"
"That doesn't sound very proper," he frowned deeply.
Hadn't it been just a few days of peace?
Was someone up to something again?
If chaos erupted on the mountain, how could I continue to peacefully grind for experience?
A chilling light flashed in Chen Mu's eyes.
"Since you all won't behave, don't blame me for being ruthless!"
...
"Someone's plotting for wealth and murder, wanting to bring disaster to Jilong Mountain; Elder Brother, are you going to do something about it?!"
Two days later, in the evening, Chen Mu looked solemnly across the round table on the porch, "I want to make a report!"
Mo Wuzhou picked up a piece of boiled meat and stuffed it into his mouth, his eyes filled with surprise.
"Who dares to mess with Brother Chen?"
"You didn't directly kill them? And you're coming to me to complain?"
"How odd!"
