Looking at the pigeon flying towards them, Zhang Yuan smiled and raised his arm.
The pigeon slowly came and landed on his palm.
Ming Yuelin, who had been hugging him closely, leaned forward, her gaze curious. She noticed the tiny scroll carefully tied to the bird's leg, its silken thread securing the message that had traveled across great distances.
"Master, it brought a letter," she said softly, her fingers gently brushing against his arm as she reached out to untie the scroll.
The pigeon, sensing its task was complete, fluttered away from Zhang Yuan's hand and it flew away.
Ming Yuelin, now holding the scroll, untied it with nimble fingers, revealing a small piece of parchment neatly folded within.
She unfolded it carefully, and her eyes traced over the thing written on the piece of paper.
"Master Yuan, please return to the Haoshu Dynasty palace, we have found the culprit.. by Long Xian."
