His face remained as handsome as ever, but his figure made him look like a mature young man.

"Why are you looking at me like this? After half a year of separation, do you think you don't recognize me?"

He chuckled lowly and walked towards Yang Ruoqing.

The clear Tianshui robe that has remained unchanged for thousands of years wraps up that slender and straight body.

Her black hair was flowing down her body like a waterfall. A strand of black hair was picked from both sides of her ears, and then fastened with a green bamboo hairpin at the back of her head.

Beautiful and elegant.

Elegant and gentle.

Hearing his question, Yang Ruoqing came back to her senses.

She twitched her lips: "Why don't you recognize him? Mu Juren is now a famous person in our country!"

Mu Zichuan raised his eyebrows.
Chapter completed!