Han Yu had been enjoying a relatively peaceful month. After laying low and abandoning his ridiculous disguises—no more wandering cultivator hats, fake beards, or names like "Master Gulu the Sword Potato"—he'd gone full undercover mode.
He'd cleaned swords with dignity.
He'd read scrolls like a sage.
He'd even nodded politely at every elder who passed by.
In short, he had been the perfect picture of a humble outer sect disciple.
The chaos he once sowed had begun to fade from memory.
Han Yu was just starting to think he might finally get a break when…
"Where is the Talent Seeking Tablet!?"
The bellow shook the inner sanctum of the sect.
Inside one of the central vaults, Elder Xiang stood with his beard trembling in rage, glaring at the empty ground before him.
Dozens of other elders and senior disciples had gathered after hearing the outburst, only to be met with an even more dire truth.
