A fierce gust swept in, carrying an air of deadly menace.
At its forefront came a glint of cold light.
Bu Er drew his blade, its tip aimed straight at that icy spark.
A sharp clang rang out, and something fell to the floor.
It was a throwing dart.
Something was wrapped around its entire shaft.
It was golden in color, gleaming all over.
A piece of cloth woven from the finest heavenly silkworm silk.
Spots of ink marked its surface; clearly, someone had left a message.
Bu Er stepped forward, but rather than reach out to pull the cloth free, he exchanged his blade for a dagger and lightly touched its tip to the fabric.
With that single touch, the cloth separated from the dart.
The words written upon it were revealed to everyone.
"Is there news of the Holy Maiden?"
Ouyang Lin and Pei Buji stepped forward together to take a closer look.
Mo Beixing's whereabouts were unknown. Something of dubious origin arriving at such a time surely concealed another purpose.
Or perhaps it had something to do with her whereabouts.
Yet the moment Bu Er read it, his brows twisted into a knot.
"Young master, this is an invitation."
This was certainly the first time he had seen a scrap of silk used as an invitation.
"What does it say?" Yang Qing asked.
An invitation—it was probably connected to Mo Beixing.
"Meet at the Spring Breeze House today."
There was no signature, nor any indication of its origin.
"The Spring Breeze House? Where is that?"
Ouyang Lin had already turned and gone downstairs to ask the innkeeper. Soon, he returned.
"The Spring Breeze House is just a little farther ahead, right in the middle of the crossroads."
Ouyang Lin looked at Yang Qing and the others. "It's