Although the handwriting on the bloodstained letter was crooked, Xu Taiping, who often exchanged letters with Qingxiao to seek advice on cultivation, was certain that it was Qingxiao's handwriting.
He immediately spread the bloodstained letter flat-
"Taiping, do not get involved in this matter. Return to Qingxuan at once and inform Grand Martial Uncle. Tell him that Qingxiao has disappointed him, and that those people are very likely to make a move at the next Seven Peaks Grand Competition. Ask Grand Martial Uncle to stay on his guard."
"Also, Taiping, do not take part in the Seven Peaks Grand Competition in a few years. Although I do not know the exact reason, someone intends to take your life at the competition."
"Do not save me. Taiping, if you want what is best for me, do not save me. Only if I die can your Senior Sister Ziyan live."
"Once you return to Qingxuan, devote yourself to secluded cultivation. Break through to Profound Connection and Spirit Refining as soon as possible. Turmoil is coming to the cultivation world of True Martial Heaven, and all the more so to Qingxuan. Once Junior Martial Uncle passes away, Qingxuan will fall into chaos. When that time comes, you will be the only person Master can rely on, Junior Brother."
"Junior Brother, bringing you up the mountain was the best decision I, Qingxiao, have ever made in my life. From now on, Junior Sister Linglong and our fellow disciples of the Seven Peaks will be yours to protect."
It was signed: Qingxiao's final words.
After carefully reading through the bloodstained letter, Xu Taiping fell into a long silence.
Every line of this bloodstained letter spoke of despair.
It was just like the look he had seen in his Second Senior Brother's eyes through the moon's