"Senior Martial Brother! Senior Martial Brother! Do you still want tokens?"
At lunch that day, while the disciples were eating in the Dining Hall, Cheng Mo found Mo Hua and spoke as if he were presenting a treasure.
By now, everyone among the Void Gate disciples knew that their Senior Martial Brother had a hobby of collecting "tokens."
"Message Tokens?" Mo Hua asked.
"Mm." Cheng Mo nodded, then handed Mo Hua a token stained with blood, carved with the head of a demonic beast, its fangs savage and ferocious.
Mo Hua froze for a moment, then asked, "Where did this token come from?"
Cheng Mo did not hide anything, and told Mo Hua the whole story, from beginning to end, one detail at a time:
"A few days ago, during the ten-day break, Situ, Hao Xuan, Brother Yang, and I took on a job to catch a wanted criminal."
"The bounty wasn't difficult. After we finished it, we were hurrying back to the sect, but halfway there we saw a group of Sinful Cultivators fighting with the Dao Court Office."
"You stepped in to help?" Mo Hua asked.
"No." Cheng Mo said honestly, "There were too many of them. We couldn't beat them. Besides, Senior Martial Brother, you taught us that if the benefits are few and the risks are high, we should try not to do it."
Mo Hua was taken aback. "Did I say that?"
Cheng Mo said with certainty, "You did."
"Oh," Mo Hua nodded. If he had said it, then he had said it. "And then?"
"Then that group of Sinful Cultivators lost. Some were caught by the Dao Court Office, and three escaped," Cheng Mo said.
"You went after them?"
"Yes," Cheng Mo nodded. "The five of us, copying your style, Senior Martial Brother, put