"Got enough, or if you haven't, grab some more," the Great Elder said, his irritation sparked by that standard playboy grin. He waved his hand as if shooing a fly, his tone a mix of annoyance and mockery.
"Hold on, it seems like I really could take a bit more, wait for me, I'll go grab it," Mu Hanyan suddenly said.
So, the Great Elder and his companions watched as a pile of person-shaped odds and ends slowly turned around and made their way back to a small, broken hole in the wall. Mu Hanyan picked up a longsword, slung it onto his back, and headed towards the door at an even slower pace.
Listening to Mu Hanyan's breathing, which was as labored as a bellows, Housekeeper Geng broke out in a cold sweat, Mu Feng's eyes widened, and both forgot to wipe the fresh blood from their foreheads.
