How Is This Not a Heavenly Saber?

"How could my mom have called you?" Jiang Chuan looked utterly baffled.

Song Zhiyan rolled her eyes dramatically at Jiang Chuan. "You're never home, Uncle works overtime every day, and if Auntie has something to deal with, should she ask the Director to handle it?"

"Auntie, what is it?" Meng Nanxi picked up the call as well.

"It's nothing much. I came back from being out and found the Director carrying a letter in his mouth. It says it's for Xiaochuan. Xiaochuan isn't home right now either. Can you get in touch with him? Otherwise, I'll just leave the letter at home." Ji Min's voice came through the phone.

Meng Nanxi said nothing, merely looking at Jiang Chuan.

Jiang Chuan became like a sword drawn from its sheath, cold light flashing in all directions from his eyes.

Meng Nanxi immediately understood. "Auntie, have the Director deliver the letter to the Nandu City Lord's Mansion. I'll give it to Jiang Chuan once he emerges from seclusion."

After hanging up on Ji Min, Meng Nanxi asked, "Jiang Chuan, could this be a letter from the Yellow Springs Demonic Immortal?"

"It's already the age of technology. Even my Big Sister knows how to use a phone. Other than him, who else would write me a letter?"

Jiang Chuan crossed his arms. "Since Yellow Springs is courting death, I'll send him on his way!"

The Director moved swiftly. Less than fifteen minutes after the call ended, he came running up to the gates of the Nandu City Lord's Mansion with the letter in his mouth.

Jiang Chuan led the three women to the gates. After giving the Director—whose fur had turned completely white, making him no different from a great white tiger—a vigorous few rubs, he took the letter from the Director's mouth and