Mu Qian shook his head, "No need."
Lan Ling and An Ying exchanged glances. Lan Ling draped the final coat over his tall and robust body, whispering, "Then let An Ying take you back, your injuries are indeed severe."
An Ying immediately said, "Yes, master, you are injured, let me take you home!"
The voice rejecting them was deep and indifferent, still those two words, "No need."
After speaking, the tall figure quickly left the room.
An Ying followed behind and walked out, "Bu Yu, aren't you following your master?"
"Meow."
The black cat meowed excitedly and then disappeared in a flash.
Lan Ling looked toward An Ying, a murderous intent appearing on her cold face, "This matter is probably inseparable from the Mu Family. The whole thing seems orchestrated, like the Evil Slaying Pearl, it's merely bait to lure master into a trap. Ever since master seized the great power from Mu Yizheng, they seem to have become increasingly impatient."