Song You held the letter, turning it over repeatedly in his hands.0

Three days ago, when Big Belly Jiang astral-traveled to Yizhou and was promptly sent back by his master after delivering the message, Song You had already had a faint sense that he might not receive a reply.0

There wasn’t much analytical basis to go on, nor could a few concrete reasons be given. It was just that, whether dealing with people or situations, spending enough time together naturally bred familiarity. Sometimes, there was no need for overthinking—the first thought that flashed through your mind was often the best analysis.0

This letter confirmed it.0

His master hadn’t just refrained from replying but had likely also instructed Daoist Elder Heiyu not to reply either. However, Daoist Elder Heiyu was an old friend of hers, and whether he followed her instructions fully—or at all—depended on his own thoughts. And so, there was a reply, albeit a very short one.0

As for why his master hadn’t written back herself… The reason was in the letter itself.0

Song You had the ability to sense vitality and a deathly aura.0

Even though this letter hadn’t been touched by his master’s hands and had likely been sitting in the chest for three days, it still carried a faint trace of a deathly aura.1

It was...0