"Get out." Mu Shaoling looked at him unkindly, "Does the Emperor know you're here? You dare!"
"Since it's his territory, is there anything that can escape his eyes?"
Baili Han snorted coldly. Over the years, his brother had gained quite some skills. As soon as he arrived in the Capital City, the other party got wind of it.
However, he wasn't afraid. Since he came, he surely had foolproof arrangements.
Meanwhile, as these two were at loggerheads, Ye Haoyang had already grabbed Mu Huarong and rushed out of the city.
Once outside the city, someone recognized him and stepped forward to lead the way.
"Where's the person?"
"Inside the ruined temple ahead."
Upon hearing this, Ye Haoyang's expression turned even colder. The ruined temple outside the city was indeed a place favored by beggars and ruffians.
Thus, he quickened his pace, with Mu Huarong being hauled along to the point of nearly throwing up.
