Bai Mo was in closed-door cultivation, completely oblivious to the world outside.
Two groups of his fellow sect disciples came to visit during this time, but both were turned away.
The disciples from the Xuandao Sect were quite patient, saying with a smile:
"We are currently staying at the Mountain View Tower. When our junior brother emerges from seclusion, we hope you'll let us know."
The politeness of disciples from a major sect was a pleasant surprise for Wei An and the others, and it eased much of their apprehension about having to turn them away.
As he watched the Xuandao Sect Cultivators depart, Qin Wen couldn't help but nod.
"A grand sect truly has a distinguished air about it."
They exchanged a few pleasantries, then suddenly saw someone at the door.
He was a scrawny man who glanced around furtively before lowering his head and hurrying inside.
Qin Wen sized the man up. He wore coarse linen clothes with Soft Armor underneath and had a simple saber slung at his waist.
