Since Wang Xianglong was not around, there was no need to take another trip to the Descending Dragon Martial Hall.
Moreover, judging by the triumphant tone of his voice, it seemed that their next meeting would likely be at the victory celebration of Gale Martial Hall's downfall.
Noticing that it was getting late,
Lin Yuan first went home, planning to take a quick shower and rest before heading to the Eradication Department the next day.
But as soon as he opened the door, a letter that had been wedged in the crack fell to the floor.
Lin Yuan was surprised and wondered, who would be writing to me?
He casually tore it open and immediately frowned.
It was from his uncle from a previous life.
