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Before he could think any further, the gate guard Meng Zhao had just waved away came hurrying back, panic written across his face. He stammered,

"Young Master, th-this... just now, another letter was shot in from outside the gates. It was specifically addressed to you."

As he spoke, he presented it to Meng Zhao with both hands, his heart uneasy. He had a gut feeling that something major was about to happen.

Anyone could tell that someone hiding their head and showing their tail had sent two letters in succession. They certainly meant no good.

The guard felt thoroughly aggrieved as well. It was his shift at the gate today—who could have imagined so many twists and turns?

Fortunately, they had only delivered letters and had not come to kill anyone. Otherwise, he might dodge the first time, but not the second.

This letter differed from the previous one. Meng Zhao's name had been written on the envelope in ink as red as blood, along with an inconspicuous mark that one would easily overlook without looking carefully.

When Meng Zhao saw that mark, his expression remained unchanged, but a tremendous upheaval surged through his heart. He immediately turned and left the training ground, stopping Bai Shicheng from following him. Soon, he brought the letter to a quiet room.

Only once no one was around did he open it and skim through its contents. Then, gripping the letter in his right hand, he gave it a fierce flick. A blaze-hot stream of true qi reduced the paper to ash, which drifted down onto the floor.

The letter had come from none other than Zhao Hun. Its contents were brief, but its meaning, between every line, was clear: Zhao Hun wanted to meet him alone. The location was Erniu Peak Summit on