Lü Yue prepared paper, brush, and ink. Amid the blood stench filling the room, the Holy Envoy quickly wrote out a letter according to the instructions he had heard earlier—half exposé, half plea for aid.
It did not take long. Once he finished, he handed it to Lü Yue for review.
The handwriting was ordinary. Judging from the paper alone, there was no sign of any code or hidden message. He had simply used his own habitual phrasing to recount what he had just been told, without playing any tricks.
"Is that all? Don't you need some sort of cipher or secret signal?"
Lü Yue flicked the letter back into the Holy Envoy's hands and asked skeptically. This letter was important—most importantly, Meng Zhao attached great importance to it—so he had to handle it flawlessly, without leaving any cracks.
"There is a signal. I was only afraid I might not write it properly, so I let you inspect it first. If it is acceptable, I will add the signal afterward."
Lü Yue nodded, finally showing a smile.
"Very good. You have done well. The general meaning of this letter is correct, but several parts still need revision."
What followed was like a teacher instructing a student. Lü Yue began guiding the Holy Envoy to convey, in language as solid and believable as possible, the message Meng Zhao wished to deliver to the Pudu Cult Master.
The process was even slower than having the Holy Envoy write it himself. They were polishing every detail to perfection.
After quite some time, the Holy Envoy finally rewrote it. In Lü Yue's eyes, it was an almost perfect letter.
"Good. This will do. Now add the signal.
"By the way, do you have someone to deliver the letter?"
"Yes. I have a subordinate in