Therefore, even if Gu Changsheng didn't want to be tormented by people's gazes, he still sat resolutely in the stands, but his figure looked somewhat lonely...
On the main stand, Zhou Mu looked up at the sun, estimating the time for the official start of the Nirvana Martial Contest. Then, glancing at the solitary figure of Gu Changsheng, his deep eyes couldn't help but dim slightly...
Turning his head, he looked towards the side stand, pulling the gauze curtain, almost merging it with their main stand. A thoughtful glimmer flashed through Zhou Mu's eyes. With a light tap on the table with his fingers, Zhou Mu spoke in a deep voice to Liu Fengyun, who was not far away, "Brother Fengyun, sitting alone in such a large stand must be very lonely. Why not find someone to chat with?"
"Huh?" Liu Fengyun didn't expect Zhou Mu to suddenly bring up this topic. A look of confusion flashed across his scholarly face, clearly not keeping up with Zhou Mu's pace.
