The attendant bowed her head. "I'm sorry, honored seniors. Once a mission is claimed, it cannot be disclosed unless it is failed or reassigned."
The bald one eyes narrowed as he leaned forward. "You sure you want to test us?"
She hesitated.
The silver-haired disciple whispered something into her ear.
Her face paled slightly. She looked around. Then reluctantly pulled up the internal mission log and whispered back.
Their eyes lit up.
"Weeping Hollow, huh?" the bald one chuckled. "Heh. That place might just eat him alive."
"Not unless we get there first," the silver-haired disciple muttered with a smile.
They turned and walked away with their laughter echoing behind them.
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Victor, moved swiftly through the quiet paths that led out of the Violet Spring Sect with his blade secured by his side.