"The Token..."
In the end, Chu Mu had no choice but to suppress his regret and fix his gaze on the Token.
He hadn't forgotten that this whole affair had started because of this very Token.
The Token was diamond-shaped and dark gold in color. The front was inscribed with the two words "Blood Kill," written in blood-red characters that exuded an indescribable, gory aura. The back was engraved with the image of an ancient pavilion half-hidden in the clouds.
Chu Mu tentatively probed it with his Divine Sense. The instant his Divine Sense made contact, a stream of information flooded into his mind.
Chu Mu stared blankly at the Token in his hand. A moment later, he finally processed it all and let out a long breath. As he looked at the Token, his expression grew uncertain.
The Token was no ordinary object. It was a symbol of membership for an organization called the Blood Killing Pavilion.
