"Just you wait," Qiu mingchong left in a hurry after squeezing out these three words. It was obvious that he had gone to ask for instructions from the higher-ups of the sect. "The sect master said that since you said that you gave the spiritual grass to Bing Wuqing, we can believe you. But to prove your sincerity, I hope you can write a letter to call Bing Wuqing over. That shouldn't be a problem, right?"
"Alright," he said. "Okay!" Lin Yi agreed without hesitation. He picked up a pen and paper and wrote a letter on the table. There wasn't anything special about it, and he didn't mention anything about the spirit sense grass either. He just wanted Bing Wuqing to come over to the spirit leaf sect. After he finished writing, he would leave it at the door for Qiu Ming to rush in and take it.
When the metal door was closed once again, Duanmu Yu could not help but ask in doubt."Why did you really write it?"
