The Mission Hall.
Li Chuan swept a wary gaze around him. Only after making sure no one he knew was there did he begin choosing a Mission Wooden Token.
He paused thoughtfully before several Mission Wooden Tokens, occasionally rubbing his chin, seemingly struggling to decide.
"Forget it. This one's the safest. I'll take it!" Li Chuan murmured.
He pulled down a Mission Wooden Token and was about to tuck it into his robes.
He seemed so nervous that his fingers inexplicably loosened, losing their grip on the token.
Freed from his grasp, the wooden token began to fall straight down.
Li Chuan's expression tightened, and he hurriedly reached out to catch it.
But a gust of wind from nowhere blew past, and his hand closed on empty air.
Clatter!
The token fell to the ground and flipped over, revealing the mission written on it.
"Go to the Thousand-Fathom Cliff and collect a piece of thunderstruck wood."
"Note: low danger. Almost no risk of attacks by fierce beasts. Exercise caution to ensure your safety."
Alarm flashed across Li Chuan's face, and he hurriedly picked up the token.
Then he cautiously scanned his surroundings, looking around twice before making sure no one had seen the token's contents and hastily leaving.
Shortly after his departure, Feng Jinyuan slowly emerged.
Watching Li Chuan's receding figure, he smiled.
Without breaking stride, Feng Jinyuan followed him.
The Thousand-Fathom Cliff stood on Clearlight Mountain and was a treacherous place.
A black-robed figure advanced cautiously, glancing around from time to time and only climbing slowly after making sure it was safe.
Behind him, a blue-robed figure trailed at a distance, a stalk of foxtail grass freshly plucked from the roadside dangling from his mouth.
Feng Jinyuan looked relaxed, his hands crossed behind his neck.
"Even the most cautious