White Day

Chapter 652: Why don’t we become friends instead?

Chapter 652: Why don’t we become friends instead?


Wu Qiuyun and Mu Cheng exchanged a glance, both seeing the unmistakable admiration for Mu Hanyan in each other’s eyes.


When it came to Divine Artifacts, their understanding was deeper than most people’s. The so-called Divine Artifacts of the present era were, in fact, exaggerated; they couldn’t compare to those Ancient Divine Artifacts of legend, both in terms of power and due to certain fatal flaws.


Take the Cangxuan Cloud Silk for example: although it boasted one instance of Absolute Defense, which sounded incredibly powerful, it came with a lengthy cooldown period afterward.


It was precisely because they knew this weakness of the Cangxuan Cloud Silk that they understood all the more the purpose behind everything Mu Hanyan had previously done—to bring out the maximum effect of this one-time Absolute Defense of the Cangxuan Cloud Silk.


"I never expected Hanyan to be so calculating, leading even an old hand like Dai Songling step-by-step into his trap. It seems that planning ten moves ahead is really something," Wu Qiuyun remarked with great emotion, feeling extremely fortunate.


Fortunately, he had abandoned the idea of using Mu Hanyan to seize the Qiongqi Beast Bone and had chosen, instead, to sincerely befriend him. Otherwise, with all the scheming back and forth, one could end up dead without even realizing it.


"Planning ten moves ahead, huh? I seem to recall someone saying that about him," Mu Cheng stroked his chin, suddenly remembering Yuan Tianbo and Fourth Miss Zhao.


Speaking of which, their fates were brought on by their own actions. If even Pang Dezong and Dai Songling couldn’t outwit him, then why did they even dare provoke him? Weren’t they just asking to be doomed?


"A Divine Artifact, he actually has a Divine Artifact on him." Mo Yanhong was shocked speechless, not coming to his senses until that moment and quietly started to back away.


Dai Songling had been severely wounded; if Mo Yanhong didn’t leave now, was he waiting for death?


"Young Master Mo, are you leaving us so soon? Don’t we still have some accounts that haven’t been settled?" Mu Hanyan had been watching him from the corner of his eye. How could he possibly let him escape? In a flash, he blocked his path, his face a cold mockery.


"Young Master Mu, we both come from the Eight Great Families; in a way, our families have been acquainted for generations. Why don’t we call it a day and turn hostility into friendship? How about becoming friends?" Mo Yanhong said with a forced smile, his legs trembling.


"Of course, I love making friends," Mu Hanyan replied with a beaming smile.


Hearing Mu Hanyan say this, Mo Yanhong felt a rush of relief; but then, he heard Mu Hanyan add, "But even close brothers settle accounts, and even more so with friends."


With that, Mu Hanyan didn’t look at Mo Yanhong’s face, which changed color in an instant, but turned to speak to Mu Cheng and Wu Qiuyun, "He is here. If you wish to settle the previous grudge, you can do so; of course, if you choose to let him go, that’s also your decision."


One should avenge personal feuds personally. Mu Hanyan had no interest in intervening in all matters nor could she protect them forever. If Mu Cheng and Wu Qiuyun lacked the courage to seek revenge due to Mo Yanhong’s familial background, she couldn’t be blamed.


"Alright." Mu Cheng swallowed an Elixir to regain some strength, picked up the Longsword, and stabbed towards Mo Yanhong’s shoulder.


Since Mu Hanyan had already completely offended the Mo family, and they were brothers of the same clan, it was only right to appear united against their common enemy and share both blessings and difficulties; there was no need for him to hold back.


"Ah..." Facing the threat from Mu Hanyan, Mo Yanhong didn’t even have the courage to resist, merely watching as Mu Cheng thrust the sword into his shoulder, then issued a pig-like scream of agony. Mu Cheng did not stop but pulled out the sword and stabbed again into the same wound, planning to return every bit of what Mo Yanhong had done to him, just like Hanyan had said, tenfold or even a hundredfold!