Lin Feng hadn't expected Lin Su to come looking for her a second time so soon.
The moment she entered the dream, she sensed something was wrong.
"Lin Anzhi, come out!"
She stopped wiping the blood from her sword.
She had just come from the battlefield, and the killing intent still clung to her, not yet settled.
Lin Su came across the river. "You should call me big brother."
Lin Feng neither agreed nor disagreed. "I don't have time to shoot the breeze with you right now. If you're here to deliver intelligence, leave it and go."
The rest could wait.
"I'm not here to deliver intelligence this time. Someone wants to see you."
Once Lin Su's Way of the Scholar had taken effect on someone, it could mark them. Within a certain range, he could guide them to fall into the depths of a dream a second time. He had used this method to notify Lin Feng. He hadn't sent a bluebird because the skies were closed to flying messengers during wartime, and any bluebird carrying unfamiliar literary energy would be shot down by Kang's troops. Lin Su didn't want to walk straight into a trap, either. He could draw Lin Feng over, shake off Gongxi Chou, and then make his escape.
Lin Feng's vision blurred, and a feeling of weightlessness swept over her.
When she opened her eyes again, the sword she had just wiped clean was still stained with blood.
She ordered someone to take a message to Chu Yao, then went alone to meet Lin Su. When she arrived, she saw Lin Su with a knife at his throat—and Gongxi Chou blindfolded, holding the knife there to threaten him. The latter had already heard the rapid beat of an approaching horse.
"Lin Mama, long time no