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After learning that the Ten Thousand Sword Pavilion and Elder Zhu Jian had not given up on hunting him down, Mo Yu's expression turned cold. However, he soon brushed the matter aside.
With the Thousand Illusions Mask in hand, his priority was to claim victory in the Weapon Refining Convention. Once he became stronger, he could resolve these troubles all at once.
As Mo Yu strolled through the city, he was somewhat startled to discover that heavily armed knights were patrolling the main streets.
Clearly, this was in preparation for the upcoming Weapon Refining Convention. After all, such a grand event could cause substantial disruptions to the city. As the host of this gathering, the Weapon Alliance naturally needed to take precautions.
Passing through several wide streets, Mo Yu finally arrived at the imposing headquarters of the Weapon Alliance.
Gazing at the bustling entrance, Mo Yu raised an eyebrow. It seemed that many weapon refiners were eager to make a name for themselves at this tournament.
With his hands clasped behind his back, Mo Yu leisurely walked towards the headquarters. Turning a corner, he joined the crowd. Just as he was about to enter with the flow of people, a commotion erupted not far behind him, drawing everyone's attention.
The flow of people ahead came to a halt, leaving Mo Yu stuck in the middle. Frowning slightly, he turned his head to look toward the source of the disturbance.
The commotion stemmed from a luxuriously adorned carriage. In front of it stood two magnificent white horses, their coats spotless and pure.
Surrounding the carriage was a young man in white robes with a handsome demeanor, accompanied by over a dozen figures cloaked in black.
As Mo Yu's silver eyes swept over these black-robed individuals, they narrowed slightly. To his surprise, he sensed a dangerous aura from these individuals.
"All Dou Zong powerhouses? What kind of background do these people have?" Mo Yu marveled inwardly, his gaze shifting to the curtain of the carriage.
The young man in white stepped forward with a smile and lifted the curtain. The moment he did so, Mo Yu noticed the black-robed figures subtly shifting their positions, swiftly forming a protective circle around the carriage.
Sharp, hawk-like gazes shot out from beneath their hoods, scanning the crowded surroundings.
Amid the onlookers' attention, a snow-white, jade-like hand reached out from within the carriage, gently resting on the young man's outstretched hand.
Following this, a tall, elegant figure emerged slowly, stepping into everyone's view.
The woman had a seductive face and a voluptuous figure. A beauty mark at the corner of her lips added an extra touch of allure.
"Wow, what a stunning woman..."
The crowd erupted in cheers, with countless fervent gazes fixated on her.
"Heh, that's Miss Lü Qing'er. I've heard her mentor is Master Cai Ya, one of the five grand elders of the Weapon Alliance and its only female elder.
As for the man in white beside her, he's likely Bei Hao, the chief disciple of Master Zhu Jian, another of the five elders.
For them to appear here, they must also be aiming for the Weapon Refining Convention," someone knowledgeable in the crowd speculated aloud.
"They don't seem very old. Are they even qualified to participate in the tournament?"
"Bah, don't underestimate them. Both Bei Hao and Lü Qing'er have talents in refining that even the five elders of the Weapon Alliance praise highly.
Half a year ago, Lü Qing'er had already reached the level of a sixth-grade weapon refiner. As for Bei Hao, rumors say he has attained the rank of a seventh-grade weapon refiner, surpassing many veteran weapon refiner in the alliance.
He's undoubtedly a favorite to win the championship this time. With such talent at his age, he'll likely inherit his master's mantle and become one of the continent's rare eighth-grade weapon refiners someday.
Unfortunately, the other disciple of Master Zhu Jian, despite having comparable talent, ended up falling from grace after a failed challenge. He tried to ambush someone but was ultimately killed by Mo Yu..."
"Mo Yu..." At the mention of this name, the crowd buzzed with hushed discussions.
Though the incident had happened months ago, it remained a hot topic. Why? The bounty placed by the Master Zhu Jian on Mo Yu was just too tempting.
In the center of the bustling scene, a white-clad young man named Bei Hao paused in his steps upon hearing the name "Mo Yu." His brows furrowed slightly as he turned his gaze toward the group discussing, a flash of disgust passing through his eyes.
It seemed as though the very mention of "Mo Yu" brought him significant discomfort.
Prompted by Lü Qing'er, Bei Hao quickly masked his emotions and continued forward with her toward the headquarters of the Weapon Alliance.
Amidst the crowded throng, Mo Yu narrowed his eyes slightly as he listened to the chatter around him. His gaze shifted back to the white-clad youth and the beautiful woman beside him, who were guarded by black-robed figures exuding a faintly chilling aura, as they approached the headquarters.
"Bei Hao," Mo Yu mused inwardly. "So he's the eldest disciple of the Elder Zhu Jian. To become a seventh-grade weapon refiner before the age of thirty is indeed impressive. But... that's about it."
Though seventh-grade weapon refiner were extremely rare and esteemed on the continent, to Mo Yu, they were merely beginners in the realm of advanced weapon refiner.
As for the flash of disgust in Bei Hao's eyes, Mo Yu didn't care in the slightest.
When he killed Sun Wuji, even Elder Zhu Jian, Sun Wuji's master, didn't faze him. Why would he be concerned about Sun Wuji's senior disciple?
Under the escort of the sinister-looking black-robed figures, Bei Hao and Lü Qing'er effortlessly passed through the crowded street and boldly entered the Weapon Alliance headquarters.
As their figures disappeared from view, Mo Yu subtly twisted his body, maneuvering like an eel through the dense crowd. Without drawing attention, he swiftly moved toward the interior of the headquarters.
Since he had come to participate in the crafting tournament, it was only natural to meet up with Lan Yingying and the elder he had previously encountered—Master Bing.
After all, this place was the domain of the Weapon Alliance. Based on Mo Yu's knowledge, the alliance was ruled by five grand elders, each representing one of its pillars. Master Bing was one of these five elders.
Although Mo Yu was currently in disguise, making it unlikely the Elder Zhu Jian would recognize him, missing the opportunity to rely on such a powerful connection would be a shame.
However, as Mo Yu reached the entrance of the Weapon Alliance headquarters, he was stopped by the guards at the gate.
Despite its relative looseness compared to the renowned Pill Tower, the Weapon Alliance was still a significant power in Central Plains. Its headquarters wasn't a place where just anyone could waltz in.
Bei Hao and Lü Qing'er, being the cherished disciples of two of the five grand elders, could enter freely. But for someone like Mo Yu, an unknown face, breaking in was out of the question.
Seeing this, Mo Yu frowned slightly.
His initial plan was to reveal his true identity only after meeting Master Bing. Unexpectedly, he couldn't even get past the gate.
Forcing his way in was not an option here. It seemed he would have to find another opportunity.
Just as Mo Yu was about to leave, he caught a glimpse of a familiar figure from the corner of his eye. A smile tugged at his lips as he raised a hand and called out to the graceful figure.
"Senior Sister Lan, it's been a while."
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