Zheng Jingshan was startled. Before he could react, Pei Ling said calmly, "Senior Brother Zheng, there's something I'd like your help with."
At that, Zheng Jingshan snapped back to his senses and hurriedly said, "Junior Brother Pei... Holy Son! Whatever the Holy Son commands, I, Zheng Jingshan, will go through fire and water, even if it means being ground to dust!"
Though news traveled poorly through the Bolu Mountain Range, everyone in the Sacred Sect—and indeed throughout the entire world—knew that Pei Ling had become the Holy Son.
He had thought he would spend his whole life struggling to get by in the mines, but he'd never imagined that this junior brother—no, this Holy Son—still remembered him!
For a moment, Zheng Jingshan was overcome with excitement, and countless grand prospects of rising to greatness along with his friends and family flashed through his mind.
Pei Ling gave a slight nod, then took a letter written in gold on a blood-red background from his sleeve and handed it to him. "Deliver this challenge letter to the current emperor of the Liulan Dynasty."
Pei Ling had already considered the matter. Whoever delivered the challenge letter had to be a trusted subordinate. But if he sent Ouyang Xianxing, what if something went wrong and the righteous path killed her?
After turning it over in his mind, he'd decided Zheng Jingshan was the best choice!
Deliver a challenge letter?
To the emperor of the Liulan Dynasty?
Pei Ling was going to challenge the emperor of the Liulan Dynasty?!
Zheng Jingshan was stunned.
At that moment, Pei Ling continued, "I'll take you to the Li clan's long-distance Teleportation Array."
"Everything along the way has already been arranged."
"Within twelve hours, we'll get you to Lanjing, the imperial capital of the Liulan Dynasty."
Zheng Jingshan listened