"The man wasn't tall, around thirty years old, with a black mole by his eyebrow, he went in that direction, you can still catch up if you chase now," Mu Han Yan had never considered becoming the Holy Daughter, but she wasn't vengeful as Mu Ze and the others imagined. She added another sentence.
"Really?" The middle-aged man leaped up like a carp on a chopping board.
"Why would I lie to you? If I wanted to see you dead, staying silent would have achieved the same result," Mu Han Yan said, her lips curling dismissively. She truly didn't care about this man's fate. To help or not was merely a whim.
Without further thought, the middle-aged man felt she was absolutely right, so he dashed in the direction Mu Han Yan had pointed. Amid despair and regret, someone had suddenly handed him a lifeline; the immense relief nearly overwhelmed him. And in that instant, his attitude underwent an earth-shattering change.
