At this moment, Su Qinghan, the Master of Tingyu Tower, was standing opposite a young woman in cyan.
The woman was in her early twenties, bearing a bold and heroic air, with long and short fine blades tucked into her waist.
She was none other than Luo Qingyi, the most outstanding True Disciple of Tingyu Tower's younger generation.
She carried a trace of murderous aura and heroism about her than before.
"Master, someone from Chiyan Valley has arrived."
Luo Qingyi spoke in a low voice, handing a secret letter to the table:
"Daoist Fencang sent his Confidant Deacon, taking three roundabout secret paths just to sneak into our liaison point."
"He said that Xiao Jin's Thirty Thousand Cavalry are marching west, Bitao Sect's Water Troops are heading north to seal the roads, and Chiyan Valley is on the verge of being surrounded. Daoist Fencang is willing to ally with Tingyu Tower once more to jointly resist the Imperial Court."
Tingyu Tower Master Su Qinghan took the secret letter and unfolded it, her gaze sweeping across the paper, her expression as calm as ever.
She looked at it for a long time before gently laying the letter down and raising her eyes to look at Luo Qingyi: "What do you think?"
Luo Qingyi thought for a moment and spoke bluntly: "Daoist Fencang has been driven to a dead end."
"After Cross Ridge, he retreated into the Western Wastes, originally thinking that Xiao Jin would deal with Kaoshan Sect first, but she never expected Xiao Jin to head straight for the west."
"He has five thousand men trying to block the Thirty Thousand Cavalry—he won't hold."
"So he doesn't want an alliance; he wants to find someone to block the blades for him."
Su Qinghan said indifferently, her fine-tipped brush turning half