Seeing Mu Shan fall to the ground, Cailian's brows furrowed slightly, but they soon smoothed out.
For the Baihua Tribe, this was a time when they were in need of people. Mu Shan, after all, was the tribe's bravest warrior; his death was quite a pity.
However, on the other hand, it was Mu Shan's own fault for blindly provoking Zhao Letian. His death was self-inflicted, so Cailian couldn't say much about it.
As for Mu Yuzhu, after hearing Zhao Letian's words, she felt as if she had been granted amnesty and hurriedly controlled her Spiritual Artifact to leave the market.
"Shopkeeper, bring out all your Scorpion Grass."
After picking up the items from Mu Shan's body, Zhao Letian turned to the white-haired old man and spoke.
