From start to end, Mu Xunjun never asked about the murder of Li Chengyang; he could tell from their faces what had happened. Some things did not need to be asked about.

When Mu Zhili returned, the tents had been set up anew. She could not help but be amazed by how fast it had been done, as she swiftly headed into her own tent. Right now, she was actually very weak. All Celestial Spiritual energy within her body was gone, not to mention she was suffering from internal injuries.

Once she relaxed, all she could feel was pain radiating throughout her. After treating her wounds with acupuncture needles, she started cultivating. After all, it was very uncomfortable to have absolutely no Celestial Spiritual energy in her body. It felt like her entire person had been squeezed dry.

The energy in the air around her slowly seeped into her body. All one hundred eight of her meridians were absorbing the energy at the same time and a much faster speed than others could. The speed-up of one hundred eight times had saved her a lot of time. While she was cultivating, Mu Ruoxuan and the others were recovering from their wounds. They were heavily injured as well.