56 You’re Fang Lang

Tang Dynasty.

Changan, the Imperial City.

The autumn rain fell all night in Changan.

This historical city appeared more poetic with the veil of mist and rain over it.

The ringing of the ancient bell outside Changan was like a magnificent ink wash painting on rice paper.

The night deepened.

The autumn rain fell silently.

A flight sword attached with a letter sliced across the quiet night sky, ripping through the veils of mist and entering the rainy city.

In one of the courtyards of the Jiang Manor...

Zhao Wuji's eyes burned brightly in the night. He reached out and grabbed the flying blade.

"My Lady, it's from Luojiang City, most likely about Fang Lang."

Zhao Wuji glanced briefly at the letter before turning to bow before one of the living quarters. He reported his findings.