Yan Ruijiang's pupils contracted. He recognized it at once—it was the secret letter he had sent out earlier.
But how had this letter fallen into Liang Yi's hands?
The secret letter had not been mailed directly to anyone. It had been left at a hidden location, where an unrelated person would only retrieve it five days later. Yet only two days had passed.
Moreover, the letter had been protected by restrictions. If someone ignorant of the proper method took it away, it would destroy itself, leaving no trace behind.
Could the Profound Venerable have acted?
But on second thought, that seemed unlikely. The letter had not revealed much, and before he sent it, there had been no direct evidence proving that there was anything wrong with him.
Seeing him remain silent, Liang Yi said, "Fellow Daoist Yan, why not open it and see whether this is the letter you sent?"
Yan Ruijiang glanced at him, then reached out and picked it up. As soon as he unfolded it, his heart sank slightly.
There was no mistake. This was indeed the letter he had sent before, and the restrictions on it had not been touched in the slightest. Yet since Liang Yi had come to find him, he did not believe the other man had not read it. He must have used some method unknown to him.
His thoughts began to turn. He had not actually exposed his identity yet. He had merely had someone make provoking remarks. That was not truly some great crime; he could easily find a suitable excuse to cover it up...
Liang Yi said in a deep voice, "Fellow Daoist Yan, what purpose did you have in doing this? Please explain."
Yan Ruijiang quickly came up with a response. As long as he insisted that he