The writing on the letter looked as though it had been carved by a blade and chisel, carrying a sharp sword intent.
The contents were simple as well: it questioned why Lin Fan had betrayed the sect.
Lin Fan froze, involuntarily recalling that graceful figure in a sword robe, spirited and radiant.
Of all things, a letter.
A thoughtful look entered his eyes.
Soon, inspiration flashed through Lin Fan's mind. He looked at the final sentence at the end of the letter: "I hope you will abandon darkness and turn toward the light. Do what you will."
Since it was meant as advice, why add the superfluous phrase "Do what you will"?
"Was it a warning?"
Lin Fan narrowed his eyes slightly and said, "Something has happened to the sect."
Not long afterward, a shadow pushed open the window and leaped out, transforming into a black speck that swiftly vanished at the edge of the horizon.
At the border between the Wei and Jin kingdoms stretched endless mountains and rivers, shrouded year-round in a faint mist.
Guancheng Sword City leaned against the mountains and bordered the water. It was a city under the influence of the Flowing Cloud Sword Sect.
A shadow silently descended from midair and, without attracting anyone's attention, successfully slipped into the city.
Not long afterward, a thin young man stood before a stall, picking through its wares.
The old stallkeeper was elderly but exceptionally warm, introducing the corresponding goods to the broad-browed man.
"These items are all pretty good. If you truly want them, this old man is willing to give you a discount."
The young man picked up an object. It felt heavy in his hand, so he casually asked, "I wonder how good the quality is."
"Rest assured, customer. This old man has