Zirong hummed a tune as he and Huayue made their way to Mu Hanyan's courtyard. Clearly in a good mood after slapping the guard leader's face, Zirong felt especially refreshed.
Upon entering the courtyard, Zirong immediately saw Mu Hanyan leisurely sipping tea. Seeing them return, Mu Hanyan waved, "Come on, hand it over. How could buying something take so long? Did you run into some kind of beauty-snatching bandit on the way?"
Mu Hanyan was obviously joking, but Huayue responded earnestly, with a stone-faced expression, "No."
Beauty-snatching bandits there were not, but could it be considered a kidnapping? Zirong mused to himself. He did not plan to reveal the incident with the guard leader trying to poach them simply because he felt there was absolutely no need to. Observing Mu Hanyan's relaxed demeanor stirred a faint anticipation in Zirong's heart.
What would be the outcome of tomorrow's competition between the Young Master and Mu Feng?
