Watching Liu Lang stagger away, Xiao Jinghong returned to the room and sat down.
Liu Lang's words had left her somewhat concerned.
Though she had previously guessed that the people who had plundered that batch of medicinal herbs were a powerful Shuzhou clan, she had never set her sights on the Liu Family.
Even Old Master had not explicitly mentioned this in his letter.
After thinking for a moment,
Xiao Jinghong understood Old Master's intentions and let out a long sigh.
"Grandfather must be waiting for news from my side."
As she thought this, she glanced at the two letters on the table, picked up another pastry, and put it into her mouth.
Her thoughts leaped back to earlier.
What had she just been thinking about?
Oh.
Because of the Dingyuan Army matter, the way she felt about Chen Yi had...
"Miss."
Just then, Su Zhenyue hurried over.
A trace of helplessness appeared in Xiao Jinghong's eyes. With a waved hand, she tucked the two letters and two poems into her robes.
"Have all the arrangements been made?"
"Everything has been arranged. Yan Hong has already set out and should reach the Commander's Office by noon the day after tomorrow."
As she spoke, Su Zhenyue noticed the damp patches on Xiao Jinghong's clothes and could not help asking in puzzlement,
"Miss, did you go out just now?"
Xiao Jinghong gave a soft hum. "Blade Ghost's last disciple came by. He has already left."
Su Zhenyue froze briefly. "Blade Ghost? His disciple is that 'Blade Maniac,' Liu Lang, isn't he?"
"That's him."
"He didn't come to challenge you, did he?"
Xiao Jinghong nodded and said flatly, "Unfortunately, his Dao is not solely in the blade. He also divides his attention to the Spear Dao. Rather dull."
Su Zhenyue covered her mouth