Early the next morning, Song Qingshu rose before dawn and quietly supervised the preparations for the ceremony alongside Song Yuanqiao and the others. Zhang Sanfeng possessed the body of a near-immortal and had received a warning yesterday; with proper vigilance, no one should have been able to harm him. As for Song Yuanqiao and the rest, though their martial arts were formidable, they were no match for grandmaster-level experts. So Song Qingshu stayed nearby to guard against any contingency.
Yet everything remained calm, and not the slightest mishap occurred. Song Qingshu almost began to think he had been worrying too much.
Just before the ceremony was about to begin, a young Taoist boy suddenly came looking for him, holding an unsigned letter.
"For me?" Song Qingshu was rather bewildered. He truly could not think of anyone who would send him a letter this way. He had quite a few intelligence networks under his command: Sang Feihong's Five Lakes Sect, He Tieshou's brothels, the Golden Snake Camp under Ah Jiu, Ren Yingying's Prince of Qi's Mansion, the Qing Empire's Nian Gan Chu, the Jin Dynasty's Huan Yi Yuan, the Liao Country's Tiyin Division, even the Ruan family of Sichuan... Each of them had their own special channels for intelligence and would never deliver a message to him like this.
"Yes. The sender specifically instructed me to give it to you," the boy replied.
A sense of foreboding immediately rose in Song Qingshu's heart. He hurriedly opened the envelope. He had just felt it out; there seemed to be only the weight of a single sheet of paper inside, so no mechanism could have been set within. Even if it was poisoned, he did not need to fear it. He had long since become immune to all poisons.
Song Yuanqiao and the