Changan, Jiang Manor—also known as the Martial Arts King Manor.
The sunlight was dimming as a fine shower of rain bathed the area.
The lanterns along the long corridor were lit by the servant girls. As the autumn rain carried on, the lantern flame flickered in the haze.
Within the courtyard, Princess Pei Shi and Jiang Linglong's conversation came to an end. Jiang Linglong held the oil paper umbrella and escorted her red-cloaked mother out of the courtyard.
Swoosh!
An ear-splitting sound accompanied the arrival of a flight sword—a white streak tore through the rain-filled sky.
Zhao Wuji's vital energy roared. He raised a hand and caught the flight sword.
Jiang Linglong and the princess halted their footsteps. Silence filled the courtyard.
Zhao Wuji retrieved the letter on the flight sword. His eyes narrowed after reading the contents.
