Gathering information about the Gengjin Sword Blank proved even more difficult than Mo Yin had expected.
For several consecutive days, he used researching cultivation techniques as an excuse to pore over countless texts in the Scripture Pavilion, while also asking several familiar collateral branch disciples for information.
Yet the answers he received were either headshakes or silence.
Within the Mo Clan, not just anyone was qualified to come into contact with the Gengjin Sword Blank.
There were people who knew it existed, but those who knew its exact location could be counted on one hand.
That afternoon, Mo Yin emerged from the Scripture Pavilion and ran headlong into several direct-line disciples who had just come out of the inner courtyard.
The man leading them was Mo Yun, a core direct-line descendant of the Mo Clan and an early Superior Nascent Soul cultivator.
He was handsome, with an undisguised arrogance between his brows.
Several lackeys from collateral branches followed behind him, and the group chatted and laughed as they discussed the upcoming direct-line assessment.
Seeing them approach, Mo Yin instinctively lowered his head, then stepped aside to the roadside, intending to let them pass first.
Yet Mo Yun's gaze landed on him. "Isn't this Mo Yin?"
Mo Yin raised his head at those words and gave him a rather nervous glance. "What is it?"
Mo Yun stopped, a faint smile hanging at the corner of his lips. "I heard you've been holed up in the Scripture Pavilion for several days. Quite diligent.
What, are you trying to make a desperate bid in the assessment?"
Mo Yin lowered his eyes, his voice subdued. "I was just browsing."
"Just browsing?"
Mo Yun gave a derisive snort, and the lackeys behind him laughed along. He strolled two steps forward and looked down at him.