Upon seeing this letter, Lan Wendu's expression first showed astonishment, then a mix of fear and ecstatic joy, to the point where his hand trembled. He glanced out of the corner of his eye to confirm that Wen Qingyu was still fast asleep, before slowly taking out the letter.
Is it real?
Or is it fake, a disguise?
Lan Wendu remained silent for a long time, sitting cross-legged next to Wen Qingyu.
He was not in a hurry to open the letter; he felt a bit dazed and hesitant. As a disciple of the Mo School and a strategist with genius plans, he instinctively sensed something was wrong. Instinctively, he sat there, hoping to see Wen Qingyu awaken.
But Wen Qingyu slept deeply.
Lan Wendu opened the letter, confirmed the handwriting was Lu Youxian's.
He held his breath as he read.
There were several letters, clearly not discovered at once.
