Nan Fenglan took the meal box from the young constable, thanked him in an indifferent tone, then shut the door. She let out a soft breath, feeling somewhat helpless.
Returning to her room, Nan Fenglan's expression changed the moment she opened the meal box. A crimson Penzhihua Flower was pasted onto the small bowl of white rice on the first tier, with a tiny note pinned beneath it.
If it had only been a note, Nan Fenglan would not have been so alarmed. She might even have assumed the young constable who had delivered the meal had written it as a confession to her. But with the Penzhihua Flower added, it became a different matter entirely.
In this world, the only person who knew the Penzhihua Flower's special meaning to her was the Human Demon Sect Master—the man she hated to the marrow of her bones. After all, he was also the one who understood her best.
Suppressing the panic in her heart and the vicious killing intent beginning to stir, Nan Fenglan trembled as she unfolded the note before her eyes. There were not many words on it, only a time and a place. At the end was a signature: an emblem resembling two crossed sabers, one of whose tips had been ground flat.
"That bastard. He actually used my father to threaten me. Despicable. He deserves to die."
Nan Fenglan could have ignored the time and place written on the note. She could even have notified Xiang Yang and caught the other side off guard. But with that symbol at the signature, she could not afford to act on impulse.
That crossed-saber emblem was the seal inscription unique to Nan Fenglan's father. In particular, the flattened saber tip was distinctive and difficult to imitate. The seal had surely