“Don’t speak when you get there. Do whatever I tell you to do!”
Mu Cai'er followed behind her father with her head lowered. Her father’s voice came from the front.
“It’s father!”
She replied softly with a helpless look in her eyes.
Wang Xian hovered on Mu Cai'er’s left shoulder and scanned his surroundings indifferently.
“Elder Zhiyuan, hurry up. The nine gods worship ceremony is about to begin!”
Just as Mu Zhiyuan brought Mu Cai'er out of the courtyard, an elder in front of them looked at them and urged them.
“It’s third elder!”
Mu Zhiyuan immediately quickened his pace respectfully and walked over quickly.
“Zhiyuan, the incident with your daughter yesterday is neither serious nor serious. Today, you must apologize to the elders of the demonic god Tribe!”
Mu Zhiyuan and the others walked over. The third elder glanced at Mu Cai'er and reminded him.
“It’s the third elder. I know, I know!”
Mu Zhiyuan immediately smiled and nodded.
“Well, then let’s hurry up!”