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A group of three people was traveling at night, accompanied by the pleasant ambience of a flowing mountain stream nearby.
One of the three was a tall and thin elderly Daoist priest dressed in a loose-fitting silken Daoist robe. The robe had a rather archaic style, and it was riddled with intricate embroidery.
The old man carried a peach wood sword on his back and had a string of copper bells strung around his waist.
Under the light of the moon, the old Daoist priest resembled some transcendent otherworldly immortal.
He was accompanied by a handsome white-robed young man with a dagger in a golden sheath strapped hanging from his waist, and the trio was rounded out by a rather unkempt-looking man carrying some luggage on his back, seemingly a servant of the young man.
All of a sudden, the trio stopped in their tracks. Even through the darkness of the night, they were able to make out a figure with their back facing them in the distance. The figure was seated on a stone cliff beside a flowing stream, and they seemed to have been reading something under the moonlight.
The unkempt man took a glance at the bells strapped to the elderly Daoist priest's waist, and the trio was all quite relieved to see that they weren't chiming.
These bells were a type of precious spirit tool that fell under the distinction of Treasure Pagoda Bells. They were originally hanging from the eaves of an ancient monastery of the Great Origin Empire, but the emperor of the Great Origin Empire demolished several halls of the ancient monastery in order to expand the Esteemed Mystery Department.
During this time, these bells fell into the mortal world, and they quickly disappeared after swapping hands a few times. Their current owner inadvertently...
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