Ou Mucen was montarily entranced.
The man watching the vehicle from the front noticed and explained, "Mr. Ou, you find our maple leaves strange, don’t you? Actually, it’s not unusual for you to think that. Nearly everyone visiting us for the first ti finds it peculiar, but once you go in, you’ll understand why."
Ying Hao was taken aback, "Why? Is there sothing unusual inside?"
The man laughed, "Not particularly, just a few large hot spring lakes. As you know, Muchuan is a place that Emperors have favored for thousands of years as a burial site, all because of its feng shui."
Ah, so that’s it!
Ying Hao finally understood.
Muchuan must be a na he knew. Back when he was with the old man, he was told several tis about this place, saying that most in their profession gathered here. It was a common saying in their circle that if you sought a Tomb Raider Colonel, you should head to Muchuan.
So, they gathered here because it’s primarily a hub of royal burial grounds.
Ying Hao, in his surprise, looked outside the window.
Ou Mucen seed more composed. Prior to his arrival, he had already learned a bit about this place, so hearing it now, he was rely amazed by the fiery red landscape outside, and showed no other reaction.
Once into the fiery scenery, not much ti was left; in about ten minutes or so, they indeed reached a gleaming expanse of water. The path began to narrow, and the air wasn’t as cold as it had seed outside.
Ou Mucen saw this, knowing they had arrived, signaled to Ying Hao beside him to hold the briefcase. He then directed his gaze outside the window.
Indeed, as the car entered the stretch of water, a mont later, a building full of local charm appeared before everyone’s eyes, and the car ca to a stop.
"Mr. Ou, we’ve arrived!"
"Hmm..."
Ou Mucen replied indifferently and opened the door to get out.
Upon disembarking, there was a man in a crimson Tang suit waiting, who, seeing him alight, imdiately ca over with a broad smile, "Mr. Ou, welco, welco, finally you honor us with your presence."
While approaching, he spread his arms wanting to embrace Ou Mucen.
This is the custom among wanderers, to greet friends in such a manner.
However, Ying Hao stepped forward to block him, "Sorry, our Third Young Master doesn’t like people getting too close."
On hearing this, the man halted and then revealed a touch of embarrassnt on his face, "Hehe... apologies, my mistake, I forgot, please, Mr. Ou, this way."
The man was indeed accustod to various situations, following a brief awkwardness, he quickly regained composure.
Thus, Ou Mucen gave a slight smile and followed him into the lodge.
Upon entering the lodge, they were taken aback again. They had expected the cabin to be in its original state in such a natural setting, but once inside, they found it was decorated lavishly, in a faux-European style no less.
It seed that no matter how wealthy, bandits remain bandits. There are always differences between them and genuine aristocrats.
A hint of disdain flashed in Ying Hao’s eyes, and he followed the two people ahead into the hall.
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