"The emperor is dead, and the situation is weird. Return to Liangzhu at once and bring a great army with you!"
On the thin piece of black stone was a row of striking large blood-colored letters. Hefting the heavy stone, Wu Qi squinted at the messengers and asked, "Did His Highness himself order you to deliver the message?"
Both messengers were clad in ragged clothes, their bodies spotted with wounds and dried blood. They had just been fed with some life-saving pills concocted by Dong Hai, and were healed by Oracles trained by Princess Zhang Le. Only then were they able to stand still.
