Creak.
Wei He pushed open the wooden door. Inside, it was surprisingly still clean and tidy, as though someone had only just swept it.
Pale yellow wooden tables and chairs stood inside. Hanging flower baskets drooped from the walls, and a stone white bed still had bedding spread halfway across it.
"This is quite a nice place." He carefully circled the room, confirming there was nothing wrong with it—no mechanisms, no poisonous powder or drugs. It was merely an ordinary thatched cottage.
Perhaps a master had once lived here, but since no one occupied it now, it belonged to him.
There was also a vegetable garden behind the house. Though it had been abandoned and was overgrown with weeds, it could be cleared out and used again.
Having settled on the place, Wei He swiftly returned to Heavenly Seal Hall, preparing to move his belongings.
Many of his important possessions would be too dangerous to keep at Heavenly Seal Hall.
But the moment he returned to the hall, he saw a black letter resting on his desk.
The letter was sealed shut with red wax, and the envelope bore the words: For Wei He's Personal Attention.
The instant he saw that style, Wei He knew it was the method of communication Wang Shaojun had arranged with him before.
He picked up the letter, tore it open, and quickly read through it.
The letter contained little, but it made Wei He frown.
"Wan Qingqing's side has moved ahead of schedule? And she set out for Zhongling Mountain Villa three days ago? That's where the martial contest will be held?"
In the letter, Wang Shaojun advised him that if he intended to act, he had best do so quickly. Yan Jiuhai was extraordinarily strong and no easy opponent.
He put away the