The central plaza of the northern gate was bustling with activity as rogue cultivators and organized hunting parties gathered around the massive wood bulletin board. Ethan led his small group through the crowd, the sea of mercenaries automatically parting to make way for his striking figure in the midnight-black Star Iron combat suit.
He approached the board, his amethyst eyes sweeping across the various high-tier hunting requests before locking onto a specific parchment. He casually reached out and tore the notice from the board.
"Spiritual Web Spiders," Ethan murmured, scanning the details before sliding the paper into his tunic.
