Letter
Lu Zhaojin's heart skipped a beat. He turned to look at the figure concealed in the darkness, somewhat surprised. He had not expected someone to follow him here without even being able to sense them.
It could only mean the other party had cultivated a secret art capable of perfectly concealing their aura.
Lu Zhaojin slashed with his sword. Sword Light swept through the woods and darkness, trees snapping and crashing down, their cuts slanted and smooth. The Sword Light tore apart the darkness as well, revealing a figure wrapped head to toe in black tight-fitting clothes.
The figure split into four pieces beneath the Sword Light, yet no blood splashed out. What the strike had shattered was not his true body. Like a pool of melting water, he seeped into the ground, transformed into a winding black snake, and swiftly approached Lu Zhaojin.
Lu Zhaojin frowned slightly. The other party's secret art was so strange that it could even alter his form.
Worried that pursuers might still be behind him, he intended to use the Thirteen Swords of Life-Taking to kill this man.
Yet the man reappeared before Lu Zhaojin and hastily said, "Young hero, your prowess is unmatched. I am no match for you. Please show mercy beneath your sword. I bear no ill intent—I have merely come to deliver a Secret Letter."
Lu Zhaojin still swung his sword, though its trajectory shifted slightly. The Sword Light skimmed past the man's clothes on his left side, splitting the great tree behind him in two.
Lu Zhaojin looked into his eyes and found no hostility there. The man was even kneeling on one knee, offering up a letter with both hands, his sincerity overflowing. Anyone unaware of the truth might have thought Lu Zhaojin was the mastermind behind