Under the watchful eyes of the two great experts, Lü Yue and Cao Zhan, the Pudu Cult's Holy Envoy did not play any tricks. He quickly handed the prepared letter to the owner of the paper effigy shop and gave him his instructions.
What remained was to see whether this man called Wang Shun could safely deliver the letter back to the Pudu Cult. Still, there should not be any problem.
Both Lü Yue and Cao Zhan could tell that although this little shopkeeper was somewhat advanced in years, his martial strength was still quite decent. At the very least, his foundations in the acquired realm were solid. Unless he encountered some extraordinary accident, he had more than enough ability to protect himself.
Besides, before this man reached Yanzhou, someone would secretly protect him and prevent any mishaps.
In truth, like the Pudu Cult's Holy Envoy, both Lü Yue and Cao Zhan were deeply puzzled as to why Meng Zhao had gone to such lengths merely to deliver a letter. Yet before Meng Zhao, they could only choose to trust.
With all this done, the Holy Envoy's first task after joining the Meng Family seemed complete. Following Lü Yue and Cao Zhan, he employed qinggong and hurried toward the Meng Family Village in the outskirts, his heart filled with an inexplicable anticipation...
Heavy snow fell in flurries, the heavens cold and the earth frozen. There had already been few pedestrians, and beyond the city district, both sides of the official road were even more boundless stretches of white snow. Not a trace of living human presence could be seen, making the atmosphere among the three somewhat silent.
As they walked, the Pudu Cult's Holy Envoy slowed more and more. The ominous premonition in his heart grew increasingly intense, and his