The token dropped soundlessly into the snow, and Tan Fei's relentless assault strangely faltered.
He stared fixedly at the token on the ground as though he had seen a ghost, his expression shifting uncertainly.
Lian Youming breathed out sharply and glanced down. Only then did he see that this was the token he had stripped from the corpse in the cave on Zhongnan Mountain, seemingly belonging to some Deputy Commander of the Sticky Pole Office. He had kept it close to his body along with several thumb rings and finger rings. He had brought them along simply to exchange them for money, never expecting it to slip out during the fight.
The thing seemed to be pure gold, too.
Their fist and palm collided in midair. In that instant of close contact, Lian Youming saw Tan Fei's expression keep changing, even his gaze turning startled and suspicious. Then, in an extremely low, hoarse voice, he asked, "Boy, which banner's nobility do you belong to?"
"Hm?"
Lian Youming was about to attack again, but these words made him frown.
What the hell was this bastard talking about?
Which banner's nobility?
Why did that sound familiar?
The Eight Banners Nobility?
He suddenly remembered that the old man from the Baji Sect had said Tan Fei's ancestors belonged to the Eight Banners Nobility.
They separated as soon as they made contact. Lian Youming jumped down from the wall, steadying his breathing as he raised a hand and tore off his shirt. Tan Fei narrowed his fierce eyes. "You don't know? Has your branch become scattered outside? What's on the other side of the token? Do you still remember what we must do?"
"Hm?"
Lian Youming's thoughts raced. He remembered that the other side of the token said Deputy Commander of the Shangyu Backup