In a vague sense, Mu Hanyan understood why Mu Nan could become a legendary merchant figure in Anyun Country in the future. It was indeed related to his vision, but it also had to do with his almost obstinate persistence. Such was the case in both merchant activities and cultivation. Being a fanatic was not good, but lacking any kind of persistence, wavering and looking back and forth, was even worse.
The former could either succeed or fail, and even if it was only a transient bloom, there were still moments of brilliance; the latter, however, was doomed to achieve nothing.
"Good, very good," Mu Hanyan patted Mu Nan heavily on the shoulder.
If she had initially sought out Mu Nan solely for the Dragon Blood Stone, from that moment, she genuinely regarded him as a brotherâa true brother, not just a cousin with a distant blood relationship.
Mu Nan exhaled a breath of frustration and walked out with Mu Hanyan.
Outside the gate of Mu Mansion, a familiar man and woman were sneakily peeping inside.
"It doesnât make sense, why havenât they announced the death? Even if the Mu Family doesnât hold Mu Hanyan in high regard, heâs still the Eldest Young Master of the City Lordâs family. Shouldnât his death be honored grandly?" Fourth Miss Zhao said, puzzled.
"Yes, it makes no sense at all?" Zhao Sinin also expressed her confusion.
"Do you think, Mu Hanyan might not have died?" Fourth Miss Zhao speculated. Since she had been outwitted by Mu Hanyan the previous time, she found she was unable to see through him.
"Impossible. Zong Dingfang and He Songhua both are of Great Swordsman cultivation. If it hadnât been for me carrying the Divine Flying Wheel personally refined by my master, the two of us would surely have been doomed. Mu Hanyan didnât have such alchemy treasures, how could he possibly escape? He must be completely dead by now," Zhao Sinin stated with certainty.
"Right, the Mu Family probably doesnât even know where Mu Hanyan went. They are still secretly searching everywhere, completely unaware of his death," Fourth Miss Zhao suddenly recalled something and said.
"Yes, yes, yes, how could I have forgotten that," Zhao Sinin slapped her forehead suddenly, feigning realization, then said, "Then thereâs no drama to watch anymore, letâs go."
"Wait, who said thereâs no drama to watch? If the Mu Family doesnât know, canât we go and inform them? Iâve had old ties with Mu Hanyan, we canât just let his body be exposed in the wilderness. How about this, we go and spread the news, and bring some incense, paper money, etc., to mourn for this old friend in advance," Fourth Miss Zhao said with ill intent, her smile growing wider as she spoke.
"Yes, yes, yes, and make a few paper effigies too, so the Eldest Young Master Mu wonât be too bored in the netherworld," Zhao Sinin quickly grasped Fourth Miss Zhaoâs implication.
While Mu Hanyan was alive, she couldnât outsmart him and even inexplicably suffered losses twice. Now that he was dead, if Fourth Miss Zhao didnât take the opportunity to gloat, how could she vent her spite?
"Yes, make a few more, others might be the Eldest Young Master Mu, but even in the netherworld, he shouldnât be without servants to order around," Fourth Miss Zhao said mockingly with glee.
Although she hadnât exacted revenge with her own hands, Mu Hanyan was dead, and she was still alive, which gave her a sense of joy and satisfaction as the victor.
"No need for that, save the paper effigies for yourselves, because youâll need them very soon," Just as Fourth Miss Zhao was filled with joy, the annoying voice of Mu Hanyan that she despised echoed.