After the City Lord and the generals left, Mu Qingyi glanced at the stern Chu Mu. She softly asked: “Are you angry?” 

Just now, Chu Mu had been slightly scary. At least to people who had never met Chu Mu before, he only needed to have a slightly imposing tone, and their minds wouldn’t be able to bear it. Indeed, the soul remembrance of a spirit immortal rank was too strong compared to these normal soul pet trainers. 

“No.” Chu Mu shook his head.    

Chu Mu couldn’t be bothered to get mad at them. He was mad at the fact that they thought they were entitled to criticize his and Ye Qingzi’s wedding. 

In Chu Mu’s eyes, even if all of New Moon Land’s people died, as long as this didn’t include the people he cared about, he would still hold a wedding on a river of blood. 

From the beginning, Chu Mu had a clear identity. He was a cultivator. He became the king because other people viewed him as such. He was willing to protect New Moon Land because the people he cared about were willing to protect New Moon Land. 

He never considered himself a savior. In fact, he carried a killing aura even heavier...