Lin Mu watched the cart disappear.
"They seem happy to leave," Little Bull muttered.
Xukong chuckled within his mind. "Perhaps they fear you'll remember another unfinished form."
Lin Mu almost laughed. Instead, he turned around and headed toward the living quarters. His first task was simple, he needed proper robes. Lin Mu had realized his mistake after reaching the Fifth Janitorial Division earlier.
Walking around in Little Bull's old village clothes had caused the servants to assume he was a porter, and while the misunderstanding had ultimately helped him gather useful information, he did not want the same problem happening everywhere he went.
Thankfully, the Wild Peak wardrobe was exactly where he remembered.
Lin Mu entered the enormous storage chamber and once again found himself staring at the ridiculous mountain of robes stored within. Shelves stretched across the chamber, holding what seemed like endless piles of clothing in every possible size.
