Just then, he heard hoofbeats at the entrance. Someone swung down from a horse, clothes stirring with a rush of wind that spoke of clean, deft movements. The newcomer took two steps inside and set something like a token on the table with a clack.
Probably another official from the government office handing out some task. He pricked up his ears a little, waiting for the man to speak-hopefully it would not land on him.
But the next instant, he jolted upright and turned his head, looking bright-eyed at this kind stranger by the door.
For the man said, "Any letters for Heavenly Mountain? I can take them along."
Gu Yunfu looked to be in his late twenties, with straight brows and clear eyes. Blue robes, black boots, a white horse, and a sword at his side gave him a look both sturdy and bright. He was setting his Heavenly Mountain Token on the counter for the postal clerk to inspect.
He knew the clerk could not possibly recognize every sect's token, even that of a major sect like Heavenly Mountain. They merely checked the Immortal Platform's stamp on it.
Sure enough, the clerk only glanced down before cupping his hands with a smile. "An esteemed hero of Heavenly Mountain! As it happens, we do have a letter for you."
Gu Yunfu nodded. He had come to ask precisely because he knew.
The clerk went into the room and rummaged briefly, soon emerging with a small stack of letters. He drew out a particularly conspicuous one-the others were all ordinary yellow envelopes, but this one was made of fine white paper embossed with subtle silver patterns, and was a size larger.
Gu Yunfu took it, glanced at it, and nodded. He retrieved his token and was about to take his