"What's this?"
As he gazed upon the letter bound with silk threads in his hand, Huang Tianxiang couldn't help feeling utterly confounded. Before he had the chance to ask, Li Jing said with a smile, "Back when I was appointed General at Chentang Pass, I had the fortune of crossing paths with your father several times."
"Time has flown, and years have passed since then, this letter was written by me to your father!"
"Given its sensitive content, it has therefore been wrapped with golden thread!"
"On this journey, you must be incredibly careful not to lose it, lest your father and I both face grave disasters!"
Seeing how solemn Li Jing was, Huang Tianxiang lost his careless demeanor.
After being admonished for a while longer, Huang Tianxiang finally mounted the Five-Colored Divine Bull, and in a dazed state, he left through the city gates.
Once the city gates were completely shut, Huang Tianxiang finally came to his senses. What a cunning Li Jing, to have deceived this Marquis...
