Tang San was no longer in a hurry.
He knew that rushing would be useless.
After leaving Clear Sky City, he had traveled through many places and questioned many people.
Most had shaken their heads and said they had never seen her. Occasionally, a few claimed they "seemed to have seen her," but when pressed, they could not give a specific time or location.
Still, he was not searching blindly.
On the morning he left Clear Sky City, Tang Yuehua had seen him to the city gates. Besides the bundle filled with rations and medicinal salve, she had pressed a token into his hand.
The token was not large. It was entirely black and slightly heavy in his palm. A relief of a Clear Sky Hammer was engraved on the front, while the back bore two intersecting arcs, like wind-rippled water or the outlines of two converging mountain ranges.
"Although the Clear Sky Sect has sealed itself away for many years, some things have never been cut off." Tang Yuehua's voice had been soft at the time, yet it carried an unquestionable certainty.
"There are places and people across the continent that seem to have no connection to the Clear Sky Sect on the surface, but they have always passed messages for the sect. This token can mobilize the intelligence in their hands."
Tang San accepted the token, his fingertips brushing over the relief of the Clear Sky Hammer. Beneath the cold metal surface, he could sense an extremely faint flow of energy, like the imprint of some ancient restriction.
"Those places," Tang Yuehua continued, "all have a tiny mark on their signs. Some are carved into the lintels, some are hidden in the corners of windows, and some are concealed behind shop signs. Once you enter a city, just