"Brother, I only did this because I didn't want you to go astray."

Rong Shang had a clear smile on her lips, which Jiang Muyan interpreted as her watching him make a fool of himself.

"You brat, where did you learn this twisted logic?"

He was so angry that he raised his hand, ready to slap back.

Who knew that when he swung his hand down forcefully, his sister, who had just been standing in front of him, turned into a wisp of white mist in the blink of an eye.

Jiang Muyu has disappeared!

In an instant, Jiang Muyan's hand grasped at empty air.

His pupils widened in shock, and he turned around to look around.

But in the empty courtyard, besides him, who else was there?

Terrified, Jiang Muyan felt as if he had encountered something unbelievable, his heart pounding wildly.

Not daring to make a sound, he called out in a low voice in front of the courtyard, "Jiang Muyu, where did you run off to?"

"Come out." After regaining his footing, Jiang Muyan covered his chest with one hand. "Come out quickly, your brother is not angry with you anymore."

How could that be?

How could this girl suddenly disappear right before his eyes?

Jiang Muyan thought that his younger sister must have been secretly learning martial arts behind their backs.

She must have mastered some amazing kung fu.

The thought of this possibility stirred within Jiang Muyan not only a desire to be outdone, but also a restless urge to learn her skill.

Just then, a wisp of mist drifted past behind them, and a shadow fell to the ground once more.

Jiang Muyan's face lit up with joy. He quickly turned around, and sure enough, Rong Shang reappeared in his sight.

Before he could say anything, the other person's figure darted closer like a ghost.

Jiang Muyan was startled and instinctively took a few steps back.

Seeing his reaction, Rong Shang couldn't help but sneer, "I just want to tell you that in this Minghua Cave, Yin Mo is not the only one who can subdue you."

With a hint of danger in her dark pupils, Rong Chang slowly walked up.

For some reason, the person in front of me was clearly my frail younger sister.

But when he met her gaze, Jiang Muyan felt a chill run down his spine.

Even he didn't expect that he was actually afraid of this woman.

Because tonight, she feels like a complete stranger.

But no matter how apprehensive he was, he couldn't resist his curious heart.

"Xiaoyu, tell your brother quickly, what kind of kung fu did you practice, and why are you so powerful?"

"Want to know?"

Jiang Muyan nodded, "Xiaoyu, can you teach me?"

"Teach you?" Rong Shang sneered again.

Seeing the man's eyes gleaming, she knew he was incorrigible.

Perfect timing! She had nothing to do and was bored, so she picked him up with both arms crossed. Rong Shang smiled and nodded, "Alright, you're my brother, who else would I teach if not you?"

Jiang Muyan exclaimed excitedly, "Xiaoyu, I really didn't spoil you for nothing!"

However, no sooner had he finished speaking than Rong Shang spoke again.

“I can teach you, but you have to come with me to Yin Mo tomorrow to apologize.”

"Admit your mistake?" Jiang Muyan was taken aback for a moment, then became somewhat displeased.

"You want me, a manor lord, to apologize to them?"

With a flick of his sleeve, Jiang Muyan turned his back, his handsome face ashen. "This is impossible."

Forget about making him admit his mistake, he absolutely has to get his hands on that Blood Spirit Pearl.

But then, there was suddenly no sound behind him.

Jiang Muyan was about to turn around to look when something flashed past his eyes.

When Rong Shang appeared before him once again like a ghost, there was another crisp "snap" in the air.