Lin Heng clenched the jade slip, and the smile on his face vanished in an instant.
This thing, a jade slip, had a strict set of communication protocols inside the Heavenly Mystery Imperial Office.
Ordinary military reports went by courier, while slightly more urgent ones were passed through the Shadow Alliance's remaining hidden channels.
Only this kind of life-bound transmission jade slip used a cultivator's own divine soul as an anchor point, resonating directly across thousands of miles.
Its production cost was extremely high, and Lin Heng had given one to each of his wives.
Only if they were in danger, or encountered some major trouble they could not resolve, could it be used.
Under normal circumstances, it would not be activated lightly.
First Senior Sister Duan Shuyun had used it, which only meant one thing... things on her end had already reached the point where she had no choice but to ask for help.
Lin Heng pinched the jade slip and rubbed it back and forth twice, trying to inject his divine sense again and establish a connection.
There was no response. The communication had been completely cut off.
"So Sun Hao and the others really did run into trouble! But..."
The inside story of the Bai Clan's extermination had still not been fully investigated. Sun Hao's background, fortune, and all those entanglements behind him—none of them was a small matter if pulled out alone.
Thinking carefully, this Bai Clan really was a pit.
A graceful figure suddenly flashed through Lin Heng's mind: Wei Yanxianlan.
Sun Hao's dao companion...
That younger sister-in-law was indeed born lithe and charming, with beauty capable of toppling a city. If Brother Sun really ended up falling in there this time... then wouldn't Miss Xianlan...
Cough, cough...
Don't misunderstand. Lin Heng was only thinking