Wiping away tears of bitterness, they finally realized that getting Young Lord Mu's heart to soften was harder than the sun rising from the west.
That night, hundreds of people spent it in cultivation. Mu Qingge also did not return to Mu Mansion, staying in the valley instead. After all, she detested the undercurrents of Luodu, and staying here to train soldiers lifted her spirits.
The next day, before dawn.
The bugle echoed throughout the valley, rousing the hundreds who were exhausted like dead dogs yesterday.
Although they had spent a night in cultivation, due to differing talents, each person's recovery was also different. Seeing so many people looking weary, Mu Qingge grinned, showing her pearly teeth: "Training starts. Let's warm up first with three laps around the mountain."
Awooo—!
Whimpering, Young Lord Mu is inhuman, a devil!
With inner grievances, the 503 people began their grueling day. However, this time, Mu Qingge also ran with them and even ran at the front.
