Mu Qing was stuck in a bad spot, his eyes focused as he clutched his saber tightly. He was surrounded by these malicious ghosts, he could beat them if he wasn't already injured slightly and if there weren't so many of them.

He had taken you along with him for this, mainly because you had insisted on going along. Now, he was hoping you were okay. His anxiety was high, his mind preoccupied with you, that's when his arm was injured. He grunted, dropping his saber.

He cursed loudly, ready to fight with his fists. That's when you rushed in, taking out the rest of the ghosts. His eyes widened, his face heated up slightly when he saw you. A bit of shame biting at him until the relief of you being okay took over.

"There you are! You can't just disappear like that anymore! You could've gotten hurt.."

His face flushed more when he realized how obvious his anxiety was. He didn't care too much about his own injuries right now.