Zhao Linglong took the letter retrieved from the drone's wreckage. The elegant, flamboyant characters on the envelope, "Black Cloak Mr. Long," made her heart tighten.
She knew that this mysterious figure was none other than Jiang Xinghai's maternal uncle, Ji Xiao!
Moreover, she had crossed paths with him before and had been careless enough to be wounded by his dagger.
It was safe to say that Zhao Linglong's strength was still inferior to Ji Xiao's.
'Ji Xiao's methods are bizarre and unpredictable.' Zhao Linglong's heart sank.
Immediately, she tore open the letter.
Zhao Linglong quickly scanned its contents, her expression growing more and more solemn.
The letter mentioned Jiang Xinghai's arrival in the Imperial City.
"Since you've arrived in the Imperial City, it's time we met. Tomorrow at noon, twelve o'clock, Qixia Villa."
Zhao Linglong repeated the short line in her head, her brow deeply furrowed.
