Qin Wuyang led Mu Renjie and Mu Feiyang into a rather luxurious courtyard.
Along the way, Mu Renjie's heart was filled with anxiety. Although the Mu Family had flourished over the past century, it was still insignificant in comparison to a colossal entity like the East Spirit Immortal Pond.
Now that someone as distinguished as Qing Xuanzi had summoned him, it could very well be a huge opportunity for him.
Finally, Qin Wuyang stopped in front of a quiet room, bowed slightly toward the door, and said, "Uncle, the people have been brought."
Mu Renjie and Mu Feiyang quickly followed suit, bowing with utmost respect, not daring to show any negligence.
"Hmm, come in!"
Qing Xuanzi's voice came from within the room. This old rascal had deliberately not returned to the Immortal Pavilion, nor had he gone back to the sect, clearly up to no good.
The door to the quiet room opened with a rumble. Qin Wuyang glanced back at Mu Renjie and Mu Feiyang and said calmly, "Please, both of you."
