From beneath his hood, Flaxseed glimpsed a black token dangling at Scarface's belt. He spotted a character identical to the token he had seen before, one used by Malevolent Path Hall.
His heartbeat spiked. At last, the trail has surfaced.
From the neighboring table drifted a murmured exchange between two cultivators.
"Have you heard? The people from the Celestial Palace keep giving talks. Crowds pack in to listen, yet everyone who attends walks away hollow, like their souls were stolen," one of them whispered.
"Hush... keep your voice down! Do you think we can gossip about the Celestial Palace? Last time a wandering cultivator shot his mouth off, someone from the Celestial Palace slapped him half-senseless."
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