The Cultivator's Revenge
[The Spider's Web.
The place was a mix of stale alcohol, sweat, and dried blood. It was filled with mercenaries showing off their bounties, hunters cleaning their weapons, and informants whispering in dark corners.
"Here, strength isn't displayed with silk robes," Rayden analyzed, his sharp eyes moving quickly, "But with scars on the face and a cold glint in the eye."
He saw his target. At the rearmost table, an old man in strangely luxurious silk robes sat calmly, sorting through several scrolls. He was the spider in the center of his web.
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