The token was a sect token of the Clear Sky Sect, pitch-black throughout. Its front bore a relief of a Clear Sky Hammer, with nine hair-thin lines winding around the hammer's body. Those were traces left by a forging technique unique to the Clear Sky Sect. They could not be faked.
Tang San took it and turned it over. The character "Wu" was engraved on the back. He returned the token to Zhao Wu and opened the letter.
Tang Hao had written it. The handwriting was scrawled, the strokes thick and heavy, every bend and hook carrying a brutish, unreasonable force. It was exactly like the farewell letter he had left in Holy Soul Village. There was no salutation or signature, only a few brief lines.
The gist was that he was tied up with something elsewhere. Once Tang San came out, he was to follow Zhao Wu back to camp, rest for a few days, and wait for him to return before making further arrangements.
Tang San turned the paper over. The back was blank. He flipped it back and read it again from beginning to end.
Nothing. Not a single word about Cinderella.
His fingers tightened slightly, creasing the edges of the paper. Then he clenched it into a ball and released a burst of force from his palm. The paper instantly crumbled to dust, sifting down between his fingers.
"Where's my sister?" Tang San spoke. His voice was quiet, yet the cold sweat that had just subsided sprang up again on Zhao Wu's back.
"Cinderella. Where is she?"
Zhao Wu froze for a moment. When Tang Hao sent him to pick Tang San up, he had only described him—long blue hair, handsome features, would emerge from this dirt road. Once Zhao Wu saw him, he was to