The owner of the house was an old man with a white beard, white hair, and a white robe. He looked to be at least eighty years old. Standing next to him was a fierce-looking, burly man. It was probably the burly man who spoke first.
"This person looks familiar," Zhou Sanfu thought, squinting his eyes.
Xingxing's almond-shaped eyes widened. "His white clothes look just like those of Brother Lin and the others. He's just too old, otherwise he would look like some of my senior brothers."
Xiao Ya meant that they had similar temperaments, and she guessed correctly.
"Are you from Immortal Mist Island?" Zhu Yueran asked indifferently.
The old man's expression changed slightly. "How do you know about Immortal Mist Island?"
Zhu Yueran did not answer his question, but simply said, "Take out your token and let me see it."
In the last hundred years, very few people from Xianwu Island have left the island, but it's not that none have left. Some lively people always secretly leave the island to travel around. However, most people have returned to the island, although a small number are still wandering around.
However, those who haven't returned to the island for many years send letters back every two years to let the islanders know that they are still alive.
In fact, Zhu Qiuyu and others would often sneak off the island to have fun. The people on the island were not really unaware of this. The sect leader of Xianwu Island had not previously made any strict rules prohibiting people from leaving the island or being punished for doing so.
After the sect leader passed away, the young sect leader never thought of this matter. Later, when the young sect leader wanted to leave the island, he just left whenever he wanted.
Just now, Zhu Lin and Zhu Yueran recognized that the people living here were from Xianwu Island because a cluster of mist flowers was carved on one corner of the gate. The shape of this mist flower is the symbol of Xianwu Island and also a code that only the people of Xianwu Island can recognize.
The old man, with his otherworldly air, was startled. A glint flashed in his eyes as he quickly sized up the two white-robed youths. He noticed that their white robes were indeed the sect robes of Immortal Mist Island. This fabric was not found outside the island; it was a special type of cloth made by Immortal Mist Island.
"You're from Immortal Mist Island. What are your identities, and what brings you to this island?" the old man asked three questions in a row.
"This is Zhu Lin, the young master of Immortal Mist Island. I am his senior brother. Show me your token." If he is indeed from Immortal Mist Island, then he must have a token.
The token is the only thing that matters. If someone from Xianwu Island gets into trouble while out, they will immediately destroy the token. Under normal circumstances, no one can take the token to impersonate another person. Even if someone does impersonate another person, it is easy to spot. It is only a matter of testing.
Zhu Yueran suddenly attacked the old man. The martial arts of Immortal Mist Island cannot be learned by outsiders. Even if they do learn them, they will only get a half-baked understanding. One test will reveal the truth.
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