Mu Tianlei and Mu Qianshang—were his only children.
A true miracle, considering Mu Dian's record of failed conceptions. Rumor was, he'd switched wives more times than most sects changed patriarchs. But finally—boom! Two kids. Back-to-back... victory banners, wine, and thunder raves.
And now those very children were here, desperate, and pleading.
If Su Xiaobai helped them survive, they'd probably drown him in rewards and commemorative plaques.
But that was the thing.
Su Xiaobai didn't care.
Not even if Mu Dian came riding a golden tiger holding an apology letter.
Back when Su clan fell, and got banished, not a single guardian child lifted a finger.
And this Mu Dian?
Su Xiaobai remembered very well. He was among the first to carve up their ancestral mines in Wuxia Province.
When the king falls, the vultures feast.
He gave Mu Tianlei a half-smile, the kind that belonged to polite demons and regretless villains.
"General Mu must love you dearly, hmm? That hammer of yours…"
