When Lin Mu stepped out of the car, Elder Guan was taken aback.
"Master Lin, you're going like this?"
Lin Mu was dressed in casual sportswear, hadn't bothered to dress up, and wasn't carrying anything. Stranger still, he was wearing sunglasses. He looked less like someone attending a martial arts tournament and more like a tourist on vacation.
"What's wrong?" Lin Mu took off his sunglasses and glanced at Guan Chengye.
Today, Guan Chengye was wearing a purple Tang suit, his hair and beard meticulously groomed. His expression was solemn, and he was clearly taking the occasion very seriously. Behind him stood Da Jun and two bodyguards, all of whom were formidable. They also wore grave expressions, vigilantly observing their surroundings.
"It's nothing, nothing."
Since Lin Mu didn't elaborate, Guan Chengye didn't press the matter, merely gesturing for him to get in the car.
