The appearance of Spirit Crane attracted a lot of attention.
A lot of murmurs surged through the gathered crowd who were fighting to see the spirit crane.
"Who could they belong to?"
"Must be a visiting elder."
"No… look! The one dismounting the crane—he's so young!"
Indeed, the onlookers froze as three figures came into view. At the front was a youth in plain robes, calm-faced yet with a subtle sharpness in his eyes—Mo Han. Beside him waddled a round-bellied figure, Fatty Lambu, whose grin seemed to have a life of its own. Behind them strode another companion, quiet but alert.
Recognition struck like a thunderclap.
"That's… Mo Han?"
"The outer sect nobody?!"
"Impossible! How could he have soul-bound beasts?"
The disbelief spread quickly, turning into low whispers that buzzed like restless bees. Even a few main court disciples—proud and aloof by nature—drifted over, drawn by the sight of the Spirit Crane's snowy plumage.
