Wang Muran and the rest were very puzzled. When Qin Mu rode the dragon qilin, the creature had obviously run very slowly, so they never expected him to get ahead of them. Could the dragon qilin, that glutton, have hidden his abilities and only be pretending to be weak?

The three stepped forward and exchanged greetings. Long Yu looked much better than a few days earlier. He was no longer cracked and his complexion was better.

"This is our blacksmith, Grandpa Mute," Qin Mu introduced Mute to everyone.

Mute grinned. He handed the wooden chest to Wang Muran, but Qin Mu immediately shouted, "Don't take it!"

Wang Muran was stunned. He didn't stretch his hands out, and Mute pouted. He babbled and grumbled about Qin Mu not understanding how to respect the elderly.

Qin Mu didn't explain, for he knew very well how heavy Mute's chest was. If Wang Muran took it, he would definitely be crushed.

If Qin Mu had to choose the most mischievous elder in the village, he would definitely vote for Mut