Mu Chen turned toward the voice and saw a stooped, wizened old man with sparse hair and a handlebar mustache approaching from a distance. Behind him, a handsome young man who bore some resemblance to the elder walked toward them, head held high and hands clasped behind his back. Whether it was his imagination or not, the young man's gaze seemed to drift over Wan Xian'Er from time to time. Mu Chen's expression hardened. 'These newcomers mean trouble.' Furthermore, judging from the voice just now, the stooped, wizened old man had to be Ma Gedan, the one who had been speaking with Xu Fei before they entered the city.
Xu Fei's expression was grim. He turned to Mu Chen and said, "Brother Mu Chen, I'm here. This young lady won't be harmed. Let's go register first."
Mu Chen glanced at the arrogant man one last time, nodded in agreement, and walked into the magnificent building.
