As his thoughts churned, Chu Mu continued to walk at a leisurely pace.
However, he wasn't heading toward his empty home. Instead, with a casual air, he made his way toward another of the town's exits.
As he turned into a small alley and the street crowds vanished, the gazes from the shadows suddenly became crystal clear.
How could a white robe not be conspicuous!
'The Longevity Sect!'
Chu Mu's expression turned grave, and his previously leisurely pace instantly quickened.
But after only a few steps, Chu Mu came to a halt.
At both ends of the alley stood several figures dressed in white.
The Magic Robes of the Longevity Sect were very conspicuous.
He didn't recognize the face of the man in the lead, but it still looked somewhat familiar.
'Zhao Tang...'
Chu Mu took a deep breath, a cold glint appearing in the depths of his eyes.
He had never met this person before.
But Wang Mazi had once, through gritted teeth, shown him a portrait of the man.
