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"Little brother, please forgive my rudeness. I never expected to have the fortune of seeing this item in my lifetime. May I ask where you obtained it?" Coming back to his senses, he realized he had lost his composure. Although the token was genuine, it was somewhat strange for it to appear in the hands of a young lad, so it was best to clarify.
"It was given to me by a senior." Observing Mr. Bao's excited demeanor, it seemed that the token's significance was beyond his expectations, but it was reasonable for others to verify its authenticity.
"I see. Please take a seat, little brother. I will be right back." Without waiting for Mo Wen's response, Mr. Bao stood up with the token in hand and tapped on the wall behind him. A hidden door opened, and he stepped inside.
...
"Reporting to you, Elder, a young man has appeared at Yinzhou Pavilion holding an Elder Token!"
"Oh? Junior brother, you certainly hid this well; no wonder you seemed so relaxed." The Taoist looked at his lazy junior brother reclining across from him.
"Yinzhou, this kid has only just arrived at Yinzhou; give him the Spirit-Focusing Sutra." Lu Xun instructed the person outside while sipping his drink.
"Understood!"
...
"Thank you for your patience, little brother. Please accept this." After about the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, Mr. Bao emerged from the hidden door. He had received a jade scroll and an instruction from within the hall—two simple words: "Give it to him."
With Kung Fu finally in hand, Mo Wen felt a weight lift from his heart and suddenly felt refreshed. He could now find a place to focus on breaking through his cultivation level—a long-awaited opportunity. With this matter settled, he even felt a desire to celebrate; however, there seemed to be no one in Yinzhou City with whom he could share his joy.
Standing at the street corner and glancing back at the alley where Neural Pavilion was located, he realized this must be one of the most secluded corners of Yinzhou City, if not the most secluded. His encounter had filled Mo Wen with curiosity about Neural Pavilion—was it only this branch in Yinzhou City that was like this, or were all Neural Pavilions similar? As he thought about Neural Pavilion, he couldn't help but recall the Elder Token...
Mr. Bao shot a disdainful glance at the burly man beside him and then whispered mysteriously. Thinking of that chubby and thin duo made Mo Wen shiver involuntarily; being seen through felt unpleasant. He needed to grow stronger quickly and resolved to leave.
"Third brother, do you know what that kid just brought?" Outside Neural Pavilion, by the butcher shop, Mr. Bao picked up a decoy shaped like a bagua diagram and turned to look at Fat Man.
"Hearing your earlier commotion inside, could he be a descendant of some major power?" Fat Man lay back in his chair with his eyes closed.
"Not quite. Although we are stationed in this small Yinzhou City, you know that Old Man has seen his fair share of things; he wouldn't be so flustered over a high-level token," Mr. Bao shook his head with an air of mystery.
"Could that kid be a descendant of the hall master? But that doesn’t make sense; I heard the hall master has been missing for hundreds of years..." The fat man began to speculate wildly as he lounged in his chair. They were indeed bored; if not for their mistakes, they wouldn't have been sent to this remote place. Moreover, making a living through Kung Fu here barely covered rent, and the rules of their pavilion dictated "profit and loss," which forced Fat Man to open a butcher shop while Bucktooth set up a fortune-telling stall. It was unfortunate for Bucktooth as well; not long ago, he nearly lost his life while wandering outside and had to resort to trickery to escape danger.
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