Take me, Brother Mu Yang
The setting sun cast a golden glow across the sky. Mu Yang stood outside the door for a long time before gently knocking.
"I don't want to see anyone! Go away!" The angry shouts of a young girl echoed, startling the birds on the nearby tree.
Mu Yang's expression showed some hesitation, but eventually, he refrained from knocking again. Instead, He turned around and walked away. The golden light of the setting sun outlined his face, devoid of vitality.
Due to the considerable distance between the rooms of Mu Yang, Mu Xue, and Mu Qingyuan, the couple didn't hear Mu Xue's angry shouts.
Back in his room, Mu Yang attempted to focus on cultivating, but the image of Mu Xue's angry, tear-streaked face kept intruding into his mind, making it impossible for him to concentrate.
"Hoo..."
Taking a deep breath, Mu Yang rummaged through his belongings and retrieved the third-grade storage pouch. The golden light shimmered as he delved into its contents, revealing a world bathed in gold.