A Gift of Opportunity for You All

Pan Long watched the carriage recede. Han Feng still had his head out the window, waving at him again and again as though he could hardly bear to part. Pan Long could not help laughing.

That kid must hate missing out on the excitement.

But there was no helping it. He truly could not bring Han Feng along this time.

Having two people play three roles was part of the reason. The other was that he had no way to explain the methods he intended to use to Han Feng.

Besides, he had no intention of following Han Feng's plan.

The "clever scheme in a silk pouch" sounded interesting, but it would make his identity far too easy to uncover. The pouch itself was one thing; the letter inside was another. They would have to write it by hand, and that would leave a clue.

The Nine Provinces were full of strange people and stranger happenings. Besides martial artists, there were Sorcerers. Rather than training flesh, blood, and bone, Sorcerers mainly cultivated their souls and spiritual clarity. They were not skilled at fighting, but they possessed all sorts of wondrous abilities.

There were no such practitioners in Dingfeng Town, and very few in the entire Northlands. The few who did exist were probably all at the Golden City Defense Line. Pan Long had never met one. When he asked his father, he had learned little of value—their abilities were unfathomable, and the Pan Lineage harbored a deadly secret. They wanted nothing to do with such people, not even to go near them.

If word of the Lifespan-Extending Spirit Medicine spread and the Great Xia Dynasty sent a Sorcerer to investigate, that letter would be a fatal flaw.

Pan Long did not know whether a Sorcerer could find him through a