"Buzz~"
The String Tremor of the Secret Puppet String sounded so wonderful to Cheng Han's ears.
Like the overture to a grand drama.
No.
Not like one.
It was an overture! This sound heralded the imminent beginning of an earthshaking cross-realm Divine War.
An instant later.
Through the Secret Puppet String, an image appeared before Cheng Han's eyes.
It was Beiting City, the third city of the Tai'an Minor Spirit Realm.
The city was situated at the northernmost tip of the Spirit Leaf, with most of its buildings spread across three mountaintops. Thus, it had another name—the Three-Mountain City.
This was the place Cheng Han had chosen to "deliver the letter."
Anhua City was where he currently served, so it was unsuitable for making such a big move. Otherwise, at a single order from the Profound Pavilion, the Patrol Department would have to conduct a thorough investigation.
That would simply be asking for trouble.
As for Qinglin City, it was even less suitable for stirring up trouble.
Too much had happened there before. Not only had all manner of Heretical God Believers appeared in rapid succession, but even Heretical Gods had once bestowed their power there. The Profound Pavilion was surely watching it closely.
A moment later.
The image changed.
A Snow Beast Bus was speeding across the snow.
"Thud! Thud!"
The hooves of the six snow beasts pulling the Sleigh struck the snow in a dense rhythm.
A middle-aged driver in a fur-lined winter cap sat at the very front of the Sleigh, holding a whip in one hand and a Bell in the other.
In a field of vision invisible to ordinary people.
An invisible thread extended from the void, connecting to the middle-aged driver's head.
There was a long knife scar on the right side of his