4849

Chapter 4849: Discord

He pulled out a very ordinary cloth pouch and poured out a gilded bronze key, handing it to First Young Master Qin.

First Young Master smiled slightly, politely taking it, and at the same time, took out four other gilded bronze keys that looked identical in size and material.

The five keys placed together, illuminated by the sunlight, emitted a dazzling glow.

Qiao Mu's large eyes glanced at the five keys, then immediately withdrew her gaze.

First Young Master Qin walked up to her, smiling. "Qiao Qiao, I'll entrust these keys to you."

Qiao Mu looked at him with a peculiar expression.

First Young Master chuckled, placing all five keys in her hand. "Alright, go rest. Fifth Brother told me today that you didn't take an afternoon nap; you must be exhausted, right?"

Qiao Mu rolled her eyes, wanting to retort that she didn't need an afternoon nap every day.

She had been working so hard recently to restore her spiritual consciousness as quickly as possible! Who took an afternoon nap?

The little girl put away the five keys, silently glanced at First Young Master, and stepped towards her tent.

Murong Fei quickly followed, excitedly asking along the way, "Little Junior Sister, Qiao Qiao Little Junior Sister, by the looks of it, we'll have to stay here for another four or five days?"

Qiao Mu nodded, leading her towards her tent.

The outer entrance to the Lotus Pond Sacred Realm had to be opened; otherwise, they wouldn't even be able to enter the secret realm's main gate.

Walking along, the island was barren of any resources, only rocks and sand.

A row of tents, big and small, were huddled together on the sand and rocks, forming a circle of varying heights.

"I see this camp area is quite crowded."

It looks like Divine Province Qin Estate has emptied most of its family fortune and moved it all here to the Lotus Pond Sacred Realm.

"We rescued over twenty people halfway," Qiao Mu reluctantly explained.

Murong Fei casually glanced back, her gaze suddenly freezing.

Sensing her change in aura, the little stoic subtly followed her gaze backwards.

She saw the warm-hearted Sister Yang helping the pale and sickly Miss Fang, emerging from a small tent and slowly walking forward along the sandy ground.

Several strong laborers, along with members of the Duo clan, were helping to repair some collapsed tents.

The wind was too strong last night, and several tents had been blown over.

If these weren't repaired today, the existing tents would become even more crowded.

Miss Fang, at this moment, from a distance of several strong men repairing tents, also saw Qiao Mu not far away.

A hint of apprehension and fear flashed in her eyes.

It was this woman earlier who decisively said to cut off her brother's leg.

As a result, her poor brother truly lost a leg.

He's still so young; how will he manage to live the rest of his life?

These hateful cultivators are always so high and mighty, controlling the lives and futures of the weak like them. Simply despicable!

Qiao Mu glanced at Miss Fang, then withdrew her gaze, unconsciously frowning slightly.

In that instant, she could feel Miss Fang's very strong resentment.

This girl actually resents me?

Qiao Mu couldn't help but shake her head.

"What's wrong?" Murong Fei keenly sensed some discord between Qiao Mu and Miss Fang.

It was strange; how could someone as quiet as the little stoic have a conflict with Miss Fang?

Qiao Mu led Murong Fei back to her tent. "Senior Sister."