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Clutching the fish-scale patterned Tang Hengdao at his waist, the young man paused on the creaking steps of the ancient wooden building. A moment later, his crisp voice echoed through the venerable Clouds Inn, and just as quickly, he vanished from the old shopkeeper's gaze.

The echo of Meng Junru's name lingered in the air.

Upon hearing the name of the young man in the Black Brocade Tunic