Seeing the waiter so frightened and flustered, the Mount Song Sect members in the room could not help finding it amusing. The previously tangible tension also eased somewhat with the waiter's kneeling.
In truth, when ordinary people saw so many martial artists mobilizing at once, they were even more frightened than if they had seen officials.
After all, if an official wanted to kill someone, they had to produce solid evidence.
But martial artists did not!
Zuo Lengchan did not rush to deal with the waiter. Instead, he immediately opened the letter and saw the following written inside in elegant yet sharp handwriting:
Some elite forces of the Sun Moon Holy Cult will attack Wind and Cloud Crossing at the Hour of the Ox tonight. Sect leader Zuo, please make preparations in advance. —Qin Chuan
"Qin Chuan?" Zuo Lengchan frowned slightly. He carefully considered the name but naturally gained nothing from it. Only then did he raise his head and ask again, "You said this letter was given to you by a young master, to be delivered to me?"
The waiter hurriedly nodded. "That's right. It was indeed a young master."
Zuo Lengchan asked again, "What did that young master look like?"
"This..." The waiter hesitated, seemingly unsure how to describe him.
Seeing this, Zhong Zhen, the Nine-Bend Sword, said in a deep voice from the side, "Think carefully."
"Yes!" The waiter shuddered. Not daring to hesitate any longer, he immediately said, "That young master wore a long green robe. He looked refined and scholarly, fair and clean, just like..."
At this point, the waiter hesitated again.
Zhong Zhen urged him once more. "Just like what?"
The waiter jolted and hurriedly added, "Just like a young lady." After saying this, he immediately lowered his head. A layer of cold sweat