Mu Jiaoman stepped down from the sky, and immediately the clan shamans below kneeled down, respectfully calling out,
"Great Marshal."
Mu Jiaoman paid no attention to the people around him, looking sideways for a while. Li Jingtian slightly lowered her gaze, and only then did Mu Jiaoman notice that his left eyelid was twitching.
He had been practicing Qi cultivation for over a decade, and his body was always steady and as compliant as Ruyi—never having involuntary movements, let alone the state he was in now, where he could not take his eyes off her and his breathing was irregular.
"She..."
Mu Jiaoman uttered the word stiffly as the surrounding clan shamans nodded repeatedly, smiling obsequiously and saying in unison,
"We understand, we understand, Great Marshal!"
