The rain outside was coming down hard.
The eldest brother revealed a Token, on which were inscribed profound patterns.
Compared to Bai Mo's own, it had many more silver dots set against a moon-white background, making it quite beautiful.
"Shui Ziming, an outer sect disciple. It's a pleasure."
Bai Mo cupped his fists. "Bai Mo. Greetings, Senior Brother, Senior Sister."
He welcomed the three of them into his house.
The young man and woman were momentarily stunned, feeling that the room before them was rather shabby.
It was acceptable as a temporary shelter, but it was far too small to house four people.
Bai Mo, for his part, moved his Pill Furnace and other miscellaneous items aside, saying with some embarrassment:
"My humble home is rather crude. Please excuse the mess."
Shui Ziming gave his two sect-mates a gentle push from behind and smiled.
"With a junior brother like you here, 'crude' is hardly the word for it."
