Xiang Lan'er immediately leaned closer and asked in a low voice, "Is there something special about that parcel?"
Feng Chi said, "It felt like an Iron Casket. I don't know what's inside."
With Shen Moming right there, she couldn't very well use a spell to examine the contents of the Iron Casket. He was too close; he would certainly notice the fluctuations in magical power.
Xiang Lan'er nodded slightly. "We need to report this to our superiors as soon as possible."
Feng Chi stopped, watching Xiang Lan'er walk away with a complicated expression. Then she hurried after her and quietly tried to dissuade her. "Miss, even if you report it, they'll only tell us to find out what's inside first. We might as well try ourselves before saying anything. I think it would be better to report once we've figured it out..."
On a street in the Eastern Victory Royal Capital, the carriage that had dropped the messenger by the roadside had only just left. The messenger had barely walked any distance, brimming with enthusiasm, when someone brushing past suddenly clapped a hand over his mouth and dragged him away, hauling him into a carriage that had conveniently pulled up by the roadside.
The carriage immediately sped away, and the messenger abruptly vanished from the street.
He was taken straight to a small courtyard, hauled out of the carriage, and dragged indoors for immediate interrogation.
The interrogation took no more effort than blowing away a speck of dust. The messenger soon confessed everything he knew.
Upon learning that the supposed sender from the Wondrous Immortal Sect had mailed the items from Gathering Grotto Continent in Western Ox, one of the interrogators immediately left the scene...
At the Worry-Free Lodge, a carriage had barely traveled any distance from the entrance when