Mystic Bird Soars Sky

"Several years have passed, yet the emissary's bearing remains as impressive as ever."

Song Changsheng was plainly lying through his teeth. Compared to their first meeting several years ago, Song Zhexuan now looked utterly haggard—at least decades older than before.

It seemed Song Muqi's death had truly dealt him quite a blow.

"You flatter me, Daoist friend. I am merely a tottering old man; what bearing could I possibly speak of?" Song Zhexuan said, waving his hand slightly.

"What? Is there still no lead on the culprit who ambushed and murdered young friend Muqi?" Song Changsheng asked, though he already knew the answer.

"Alas..." Song Zhexuan let out a long, mournful sigh. This was the matter he had least wanted to mention these past few years. A Purple Palace Seed of the clan had been killed while accompanying him on a training journey, yet they had not even grasped the slightest scrap of information about the enemy, much less avenged him.

Because of this, he had nearly come to stand against Song Muqi's branch of the family, making his position within the clan considerably more difficult.

"This junior has spoken out of turn." Song Changsheng immediately put on a respectful, deferential expression.

"It is only proper for you to ask, Daoist friend. This old man has heard all about the Wanted Order. Thank you for taking the trouble over it.

It is truly shameful to say—the culprit hid himself exceedingly well and left behind not the slightest trace. Even now, he remains free and at large. This old man has failed that child Muqi." Song Zhexuan's face was full of remorse.

"Emissary, there is no need to blame yourself too harshly. I believe the culprit will surely have a day when he is brought to justice," Song Changsheng offered hypocritically.