Chapter 207: The Signal
"Who are you, and where are you headed?"
At that point, the Falling God Peak martial artists manning the roadblock stopped the scarred man and his group and began questioning them.
"Reporting to the honored lord of the Sacred Peak, we are from the Tin Mountain Blade Sect. We have come to pay our respects at the birthday celebration of the Seven Saints Peak Master."
The scarred man bowed and scraped with considerable deference, making himself as small as possible.
At the same time, he reached into his sleeve and produced a gold ingot, which he presented respectfully to the young man questioning him.
The young man was dressed in a dark cloud-peak robe and wore a cold, indifferent expression. He took the gold without a word and tossed it into a clay jar on the table beside him.
Then he and three others with him began inspecting the carts.
"Five carts of refined tin ore in total. The offering was submitted to the birthday gift register a full month ago."
The scarred man followed along behind explaining, and the young man glanced at him with an expression suggesting he had seen through his intentions, then said with a cold smile, "Rest easy. The Peak Master's birthday gifts are not something we would covet."