The man was dressed in black, blending into the darkness like a bar of ink, holding a knife to his throat, making it impossible for him to make a sound.
"There is a letter here from Lord Fang for you," said the man in black.
"Lord Fang!" Old Master Zhan was agitated and asked, "Which Lord Fang is it, the one from the Capital?"
He had heard about Lord Fang from Xia Gu. If it truly was Lord Fang sending him a letter, then he could establish a line of connection with Lord Fang himself, getting even closer to the top of the Lu Family.
The man in black nodded and tossed the letter to him: "Read it."
Old Master Zhan, disregarding the knife at his throat, immediately tore open the envelope and read the letter, his face turning pale: "What does Lord Fang mean by this?"
