As Lin Mu continued to eavesdrop on the conversation, a third voice joined in.
It was an inner court disciple, a lot older and more composed. "You two are foolish. Do you not remember what happened to the Drowned Crescent Sect? Do you not remember the one who destroyed them and drove the Ephemera Sect into hiding? Do you want to attract that monster to our doorstep?"
Lin Mu felt his step falter for the briefest moment as the words reached his ears.
His name was not spoken, but the description was unmistakable. He had been expecting whispers of his deeds, yet to hear his reputation spoken within the very heart of an enemy sect struck a strange chord. He kept walking as if nothing had happened, his face calm and unreadable.
A little further down the street, two older disciples sat at the edge of a pavilion, sharing cups of spirit wine. Their voices were low but clear enough for Lin Mu to catch.
