Following the direction indicated on the note, Lin Fan soon arrived at a corner, where another paper crane was waiting.
Lin Fan checked the second note. It read: "Walk eighty paces south."
A thoughtful look flickered in Lin Fan's eyes, and he quickly set off.
The person Flowing Cloud Sword Sect had arranged to make contact with him was quite cautious, having prepared several paper cranes to guide Lin Fan forward one after another.
Thus, following the directions on the notes, he went around and around Qilian Marketplace.
An hour later, he arrived at a tea stall.
There were not many people at the stall, but one sword-robed woman caught Lin Fan's attention.
She held a Treasure Sword in her hand. Her brows and eyes were picturesque, her bearing dignified, her figure slender, and her pretty face as cold as frost. Only when she saw Lin Fan arrive did she suddenly reveal a charming smile.
Feng Ling looked at Lin Fan and said softly, "You don't recognize me anymore?"
Feng Ling was Feng Ling.
Hearing that long-unheard voice, Lin Fan was stunned at first, then said, "Senior Sister Feng, it's been many years. You're even more beautiful than before."
Feng Ling shook her head and said, "You're still as smooth-tongued as ever, just like back then."
Without either of them realizing it, the two drew closer, as if they had returned to the days when they had worked as Menial Disciples together in the Hidden Scripture Pavilion.
But that harmonious atmosphere was quickly shattered.
"Why did you impersonate a Flowing Cloud Sword Sect spy?"
Feng Ling suddenly spoke.
Lin Fan's expression shifted slightly. "I don't understand what you mean, Senior Sister."
Feng Ling shot him a glance and continued, "I secretly investigated you repeatedly. I'm eighty percent certain that you're