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Chapter 4520: 5.0272 Indifference

The merfolk thrashed in the water, shouting their leader Haza's name, while a few timid ones huddled, whimpering continuously.

Qiao Mu lowered the Wood Spirit Bow in her hand, letting it dissipate into divine power that eventually gathered within her body.

The little stoic's small lips were tightly pursed, her eyes coldly surveying the disorganized merfolk before her. "Useless."

Haza finally managed to crawl out of the water, only to hear the little stoic's utterly emotionless, arrogant, and impolite words.

He was so furious his lungs felt like they would burst. Then he looked down at his tattered, beggar-like outer garment, and immediately felt a surge of indignation.

Look at the fine mess this stoic face has made!

He, the dignified captain of the royal guard, had been beaten into a drowned dog.

This girl is truly... indescribable.

"Leader, I see them! Those remnants, Long Xinghua and her lot," a merman suddenly shouted into his ear, so loudly that Haza couldn't help but frown.

Why are you shouting?

He wasn't blind; he naturally saw Long Xinghua and her group approaching the beach, accompanied by a handsome couple.

Qiao Mu also saw them, and her gaze momentarily froze.

She felt that the merman elder approaching seemed somewhat familiar.

Before Qiao Mu could take a closer look, she heard a soft cry of "Sister," and a small figure darted towards her, crashing into her embrace.

Crown Prince Mo, quick-witted, caught the small, dark bundle, suppressing the urge to toss it away, and looked down at the child in his hands.

The child looked about eight years old. Her small, dark face made it impossible to discern her original features.

Only her eyes were exceptionally bright. As she looked at him, her eyes widened in a glare, as if greatly displeased that this unexpectedly appearing uncle had dared to pick her up.

"Go away, go away!" The child kicked her short legs, struggling hard, and stretched out her hands towards Qiao Mu. "Sister, Sister!"

Qiao Mu's mind, which occasionally disconnected, seemed perfectly normal at this moment.

She remembered. These people were none other than the collateral branch members of the Long clan, whom she had met years ago in Wuyue City on Sikong Star.

Old Granny Long Xinghua, and her granddaughter, Long Xianxian.

Back then, she had just emerged from her self-imposed isolation, leaving the Divine Water Sect to go down the mountain to Wuyue City.

It was by chance that she encountered the great migration of Wuyue City and also ran into Zheng Ji's dog-like minion, who, abusing his power, had captured a group of merfolk.

She was drawn by the little girl Long Xianxian's eyes and, unable to stand by, offered some assistance.

She, who rarely meddled in others' affairs, had always wondered why she constantly felt compelled to intervene in the merfolk's troubles.

But it turned out that everything was connected in a mysterious way.

The first moment she saw the Sacred Water, the Sacred Water was attracted by the mermaid pearl within her body.

And the little girl, Long Xianxian, had always felt a great closeness to her from beginning to end, wanting to rub against her and be near her without reason, likely also attracted by the ten-thousand-year-old mermaid pearl within her.

Qiao Mu lowered her eyes, her expression almost indifferent.

She had already fallen out with the merfolk, and she didn't know what kind of mood to adopt when facing them.

"Sister," the little girl Long Xianxian was almost in tears.

How could it be that after only two or three years apart, her big sister's expression had become so cold? Did she completely forget about them?