Mu Qingchuan heard the old man's words and, without any hesitation, walked directly towards the scar-faced man's position. He had no defenses whatsoever, as even defense would be useless. A mythical strongman could kill them effortlessly.
Approaching the scar-faced man, Mu Qingchuan squatted down to take a closer look at him, focusing his gaze on his wrist, where there was a plum blossom-shaped mark.
"Plum blossom seal."
Upon seeing this plum blossom pattern, Mu Qingchuan's face changed dramatically. Instinctively, he stepped back several times, his heart pounding uncontrollably at that moment. He felt a trace of cold sweat oozing from his forehead, and his back was chilled.
"Young Master Mu, what is the plum blossom seal?" Lin Yafei asked, puzzled by Mu Qingchuan's reaction.
