"This guy... he looks awfully familiar. Haven't we met somewhere before?"
"Don't remember. I don't get any familiar feeling..." Little Mirage Dragon scratched his head. "What acquaintances could the Southern Border boss have? Could he be some defeated opponent? A fairly formidable one?"
"Very possible..."
Liang Qu agreed.
He wagged his tail, squeezed to the front, and continued peeping through the gap in the wooden window.
What was that man writing?
Inside the vast Insect Valley Tower, those who indulged in debauchery indulged in debauchery, and those who cultivated diligently cultivated diligently. Most of those who did neither, having mastered the golden mean, simply read miscellaneous books and little storybooks, or met with two or three friends for card games. He had hardly seen anyone writing letters.
After switching several windows and trying several angles, Liang Qu still could not make out the contents.
The window cracks were simply too narrow. The man in the room faced the desk with his back to Liang Qu, revealing only half his profile. His burly body blocked most of what he was writing.
"Boss, do you think it could be some confidential intelligence?"
"Possible!"
Liang Qu's eyes lit up.
The Insect Valley Festival was underway. Everyone living in Insect Valley Tower was a True Image expert from the major forts—many were third-realm Celestials, and there were even forces like the Five Poisons, Nine Gu, Twenty-Four Fiends...
Wait, the Twenty-Four Fiends?
Inspiration flashed through his mind like lightning illuminating the sky.
Liang Qu widened his eyes and stared fixedly at that half-profile, suddenly realizing.
Damn it.
"No wonder he looked familiar. It's you, brat!"
One of the Southern Border's Twenty-Four Fiends, Bone Fiend E Qi Rui.
When the support force had first arrived in Lingnan Province, Xu Haitao had said there were three secret