The Sect’s True Disciple

After Su Meier had extracted all the information, the playful smile on her face finally faded.

With a flip of her delicate hand, a pitch-black token appeared in her palm.

Neither metal nor jade, the token looked brand-new. She injected a thread of spiritual power into it, and countless intricate blue-green patterns immediately surfaced across its face.

Su Meier closed her eyes, seemingly imprinting all the information she had just obtained onto the mission token.

Only after doing all this did she casually toss the mission token onto the table and resume her lazy demeanor.

In less than the time it took half an incense stick to burn, two figures radiating powerful auras abruptly appeared in the middle of the hall.

The leading figure was tall and stern-faced. His eagle-like eyes swept across the hall before finally settling on Su Meier.

“Senior Brother Wu, you’ve worked hard.” His voice held no trace of emotion.

“No need for formalities, Senior Brother Wu,” Su Meier replied lazily. “We each got what we wanted, that’s all.”

The sect envoy said no more. He walked straight to the table and picked up the mission token...