In the Southern Border camp, Han Yu and the old Daoist exchanged glances.
After Mu Zili brought them back, he left the two of them aside and instead went alone with Su Xiaoxiao somewhere.
"Your disciple doesn't look too good?"
Han Yu leaned over curiously, whispering to the old Daoist.
The old Daoist's face was gloomy, and if even Han Yu could see it, there was no way he couldn't see it.
Mu Zili rarely showed such an expression, which meant that he was already on the verge of being angry.
And he rarely had this attitude towards Su Xiaoxiao, regardless of what trouble he caused, but something seemed to have genuinely angered Mu Zili this time.
Su Xiaoxiao stood nervously in a spot, and Mu Zili's gaze never wavered as he stared intently at him.
"Senior Brother, why are you staring at me like that?"
Su Xiaoxiao spoke softly.
Mu Zili's expression was complex, and he sighed heavily.
"I'm assessing if you're still that pure but foolish junior brother of mine."
