3308 Not United 3.5

"That's exactly what I should be saying to you." Mu Rouhuan glared coldly at Mu Wuzi. "What right do you have to be so arrogant towards me in front of Grandpa and the uncles?"

"In terms of seniority, I am a few years older than you and your legitimate eldest sister from the main branch. As for talent, hmph, you are far inferior to me. Retract your sarcastic remarks, save your breath, and genuinely focus on your cultivation instead." Mu Rouhuan retorted to Mu Wuzi without reservation, her gaze sharp.

An illegitimate child from the Fifth Household dares to act so presumptuously in front of her? Does he really think she won't deal with him?

Mu Jingyang's face darkened, and he let out a cold laugh. "Big Brother, your daughter is quite impressive. She really knows how to put on airs."

Mu Jingfeng forced a smile that didn't reach his eyes but didn't interject.

The thought of this girl returning from the secret realm and constantly deceiving him filled him with displeasure.

With that thought, his gaze fell upon Qiao Mu again.

Recalling what Mu Rouhuan had said to him, could Qiao Mu truly draw teleportation talisman arrays?

Did the Old Master know about this?

With so many people present, Mu Jingfeng wasn't foolish enough to ask Qiao Mu about this in such a setting. He planned to have a serious talk with his daughter after everyone dispersed from the Old Master's presence.

Old Master Mu unhappily patted the armrest of his chair. "Enough, stop making a fuss! Wuzi, step down. Rouhuan isn't wrong; she is your elder sister, so don't speak too harshly."

"Rouhuan, Wuzi is young; you should be more tolerant of him and not fuss too much," Old Master Mu scolded Mu Wuzi, then turned to Mu Rouhuan, frowning.

"Yes, Grandfather," Mu Rouhuan didn't argue this time. Instead, she respectfully bowed and assented.

Mu Wuzi, however, was impulsive and couldn't contain his anger. Fortunately, his father, Mu Jingyang, held him back, otherwise, the boy would have undoubtedly charged forward to fight Mu Rouhuan.

"Alright," Old Master Mu's head began to ache at the sight of these unruly individuals. "There's nothing else. You all can leave. Qiaoqiao, stay and talk with me for a bit."

With the Old Master's words, Mu Jingfeng, Mu Jingyang, and the others had no choice but to exit one by one.

Before leaving, Mu Rouhuan cast a cold glance at Qiao Mu, then walked out with her head held high.

Mu Jingyang grabbed his son Mu Wuzi by the scruff of his neck and dragged him all the way to a small path beside the garden.

Mu Wuzi shrieked, repeatedly calling out, "Hey, Dad, Dad, what are you doing?! Gently, Dad, my neck, hey, hey, my neck's going to break!"

"You brat!" Mu Jingyang, frustrated by his son's lack of discipline, swatted him on the head. "How many times have I told you? Don't be so impulsive, but you just don't listen! Look at what you said in front of the Old Master!"

"Hmph! Mu Rouhuan, that bitch, doesn't speak nicely either! Always putting on that righteous saintly face, who is she trying to impress? Last year, if it weren't for my bad luck in drawing her as my first opponent, how could I have failed to break into the top ten and been eliminated in one go?"

"Which of those branch family kids, whose talents are inferior to mine, didn't perform better than me? And they made fun of me for a whole year."

"That's enough out of you!" Mu Jingyang poked his son's head with his finger, exasperated. "I don't even know who you get this impulsive personality from."