Lin Jingzhu turned around upon hearing the voice and saw a tall figure emerge from the crowd.
The black brocade robe had subtle silver thread cloud patterns embroidered on it, with an ink jade belt around the waist, the face was incomparably handsome, eyebrows slanting into the temples, exuding a cold and aloof arrogance.
"Mr. Chen?"
Upon seeing Chen Mo, Lin Jingzhu couldn't help but smile, softening his voice, "What brings you here?"
"Just came out of the Heavenly Martial Arena, happened to pass by, heard the commotion and decided to check it out."
Chen Mo glanced at the burly gray-robed monk in front of him, slightly raised his eyebrows and said, "Is this bald donkey causing trouble?"
"He fought with someone in the street, causing them to have a fractured right arm, not lightly injured, and has been sent to the medical center," Lin Jingzhu replied.
