Daoist Mu stared fixedly at the black-robed figure before him. With difficulty, he asked, "You... who exactly are you, sir?"
Chu Mo sat at the head of the room, looking down at the kneeling Daoist Mu with some amusement. "You searched far and wide for me on Xi Sang's behalf. Now that I stand before you, you no longer recognize me?"
Daoist Mu's pupils abruptly contracted.
It's him! The man who escaped unscathed from the pursuit of all those Taboos. How could this happen! I only mentioned him briefly to my confidants. How did he suddenly come knocking at my door?!
He did not know Di Yang had implicated him, and still believed Chu Mo had come specifically for him. Filled with terror, he dared not utter a word.
Seeing this, Chu Mo chuckled and asked again, "That strange Incense Burner in your possession-does anyone besides you make offerings to one? How many people hold them?"
Daoist Mu's soul grew cold. An inexplicable terror welled up in his mind, even greater than what he felt before a Taboo. He could not muster the slightest courage to fob Chu Mo off with lies. "As... as far as I know, seven people, myself included, were granted Incense Burners and dispatched throughout Eternal Night to gather... blood food and resources for His Excellency."
"Seven?"
Chu Mo nodded slightly, looking thoughtful. "In other words, at least six more of my Incense Burners are still out there?"
Daoist Mu kept his head lowered, not daring to answer.
Chu Mo glanced at him and asked no more. He raised a hand and beckoned through the air, sending a streak of shadowy light sweeping past. Daoist Mu cried out in alarm and was immediately drawn back into the depths of the Profound Banner.
Chu Mo sat alone