Even Feng Qi, who had always been widely traveled and knowledgeable, froze for a moment at the sight.
"The paper of that letter was formed from spiritual qi?"
Ning Fan's black hood shifted slightly.
"Not only that, no one but its designated owner can open the letter. Otherwise, the envelope and the letter will burn themselves up together. And the words weren't written with ink, either, so don't think you can use divine sense to probe its contents."
This was the first time Feng Qi had heard Ning Fan mention the Shadow Pavilion's letters.
He could not help pointing at Xia Jue. "I remember this letter was yours, wasn't it? Then why could he touch it?"
Ning Fan's black cloak swayed slightly. "Naturally, because I gave him permission."
Although Xia Jue had already pulverized the letter, its contents remained deeply engraved in his mind.
At the thought of the sect names listed in that letter, the indifference in Xia Jue's eyes deepened.
"Are you certain those are all the people participating in this competition?"
Ning Fan shook his head. "I'm not certain. I can only say that this is essentially everything I could uncover within my capabilities."
"The Water Moon School and the Thousand Moon School are rather interesting. Their sect leaders actually came to lead their teams in person." Although Xia Jue said this, his tone betrayed not the slightest hint of interest.
"And all the disciples the Water Moon School brought are in the Nascent Soul Realm." He did not recall the fractured Water Moon School ever having so many Nascent Soul disciples.
Feng Qi had started talking with Ning Fan without reading carefully, so Xia Jue's remark left him rather puzzled as well. "They're all personal disciples in the Nascent Soul Realm?!"
It was hardly surprising that