"Master..." Yuan Ya appeared behind Xiao Jian, even stranger than a ghost. "What do you need?"
"Hmph..." Xiao Jian cursed irritably. "Do I have to tell you everything I need to do?"
"Yes, Master!" Yuan Ya left even more silently than before. Xiao Jian had not even noticed his departing figure.
"Damn it..." Xiao Jian could not help cursing. "Who's whose master here?"
"Fellow Daoist Xiao, is something the matter?" Xiao Hua, who had kept his eyes closed all along, had no choice but to open them. Over the past few days, Jiangchao Temple had been flooded with visitors. There were sincere believers, but even more opportunists. A few villains from Changsheng Town who had been suppressed by the Pifeng Gang had even come to Jiangchao Temple to test the waters, making Xiao Hua exceedingly impatient. He had many means of killing Zheng Mou and the others, yet he had deliberately chosen heavenly lightning, followed by Cloud Rain Summoning—was it not all to seek some peace and quiet? Seeing Xiao Jian, who had been so busy these past days that he had no time to visit the west wing, come here at night, he knew there must be a thorny matter at hand and had to ask.
"Please take a look, Senior!" Xiao Jian handed the feather letter to Xiao Hua and explained his thoughts.
"Oh, that little girl." Xiao Hua nodded slightly. He did not much like Xiao Jian's worldly ways and lies, but he did approve of his gratitude. Seeing the feather letter, he recalled the small sedan chair from that day and asked, "It is already late. What do you intend to do?"
"This letter was delivered close to dusk this afternoon!" Xiao Jian answered honestly. "As for who delivered it, this disciple does not know..."
"Master..."