Broken Blade Peak of the Inner Sect was formed entirely of strange rock.
In terms of toughness, it rivaled the metal weapons of the mortal world.
The structures carved into it could last not just for a hundred years, but even a thousand, and it would be considered nothing out of the ordinary.
In a pavilion carved into the mountainside.
Bai Mo stood with his head lowered, being registered in the records. The man in tight-fitting clothes who had led him up the mountain had already left.
The man hadn't been free in the first place; he had just happened to run into Bai Mo and made the trip.
"Junior Brother, I already know your name and origins."
The Inner Sect senior brother registering Bai Mo was quite fair and gentle, and he spoke in a refined manner—a rare sight on Broken Blade Peak.
He set down the calligraphy brush in his hand.
"Junior Brother, what is your current post in the Inner Sect Department?"
