Several people looked at Mu Jiu, and then said to Guo Ziqi: "Mu Jiu is the captain of our team today, so let's do as he says!" Bringing the woman with them before was one thing, but if they offended him again, they were worried that they would really annoy him.
Hearing this, Guo Ziqi smiled awkwardly: "Okay, we'll listen to Mu Jiu." Then he said, "Mu Jiu, I don't mean anything else, don't mind it." He didn't mean to ignore him, he just thought that if he lived in this cave, he would at least be able to sleep more comfortably at night.
Mu Jiu had saved them many times along the way, and he had seen it all. Naturally, he would not do anything like being disobedient to him. What's more, he was the person that the master had asked him to take good care of, although it seemed that he took care of them more.
"Let's go a little further ahead and take a look!" Pei Zixuan said, pointing to the place ahead: "That place has a mountain to lean against, and it can also block the night wind at night. It's also a good place to rest."
So, everyone continued to move forward and came to the place Pei Zixuan mentioned. Feng Jiu looked around and said to them, "Let's rest here! Mu Ling, come with me to look at the terrain around. Zixuan, I'll leave this place to you."
"good."
They each responded, and Mu Ling followed Feng Jiu away to check the terrain around. Pei Zixuan assigned tasks to everyone, asking them to pick up some branches nearby to prepare for a fire at night.
Mu Ling followed Mu Jiu. After they walked for a distance, Mu Ling hesitated, as if he wanted to say something, but he moved his lips several times without saying it.
Fengjiu naturally noticed it, so she asked, "Do you have anything to ask me?"
"Yeah." Mu Ling responded, looked at him, and said, "I just don't know how to start."
Hearing this, Fengjiu chuckled: "If you don't know, then don't speak."
Mu Ling paused for a moment, then asked, "You are not from the Mu family, right?"
"No." Feng Jiu said, answering very straightforwardly, which made Mu Ling, who thought he would not answer, stunned for a moment, and then asked: "You are not Master's disciple either?"
Feng Jiu glanced at him, a smile spread across her face, and she said in a brisk tone, "No."
"You came in just for the thousand-year-old black spiritual tendon?" he asked again.
"Not bad." Fengjiu nodded and said.
"Who are you?" He asked the last question, looking at him nervously: "Master told me not to ask about you, not to ask about your affairs, but I am still a little curious and want to know who you are?"
Hearing this, Fengjiu chuckled and said in a half-hearted tone, "I am your ancestor."
Upon hearing this, Mu Ling's face suddenly darkened. He thought Mu Jiu was joking with him, and even made such a rude and outrageous joke. When he was about to reprimand him, a light bulb suddenly lit up in his mind, and his heart moved. He widened his eyes in shock.
"You, you are not Mujiu, you, you are Fengjiu?"
He gasped, let out a low cry of shock, and looked at the person in front of him in disbelief.
"The reaction was quite quick."