A black token landed on the ground with a crisp sound, yet it felt like a boulder dropped into a calm lake, stirring up a thousand ripples.
Zhong Yun bent down and picked up the token. It felt ice-cold in his hand, and an archaic character "Xuan" was engraved upon it, exuding an invisible aura of oppression. He furrowed his brow slightly; the sudden "invitation" from the Xuantian Sect felt more like an order that could not be refused.
"Brother Zhong Yun, this..." Fatty Wang rubbed his hands together, his face full of anxiety. "This Xuantian Sect is no pushover! I heard their Sect Master is ruthless, and furthermore—"
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