Lin Mu wondered about the disciples.
Had they already been sent away?
It was possible.
Traveling with weak cultivators slowed everything down.
If Elder He Jian had recruited promising disciples, sending them directly toward the sect made sense.
The conversation eventually ended.
Lin Mu thanked the men and left. Outside the night had deepened. He walked slowly along the river. The moon reflected across the water while his thoughts remained on Elder He Jian.
A kind elder with an open personality who helped people and accepted disciples regardless of background.
The profile matched perfectly.
Lin Mu could work with this.
Still...
The identity problem remained.
As he thought about it, a subtle sensation appeared through his connection with the twins.
Xiao Yin.
Information.
Lin Mu quietly moved toward a darker alley.
A shadow slipped down from a rooftop.
Xiao Yin landed on his shoulder.
The snake whispered through their spiritual link.
Lin Mu listened.
Then paused.
