The eagle hawk swept through the sky, circling for a moment before slowly descending, landing in the courtyard of the inn.
The Joyful Sect was now a lawless land, with inns packed full by Jianghu Guests. However, this courtyard was occupied solely by Qin Qingluo's party. The reason, quite simply, was strength.
A black-clad woman guarded the entrance, her aura permeating the air. None of the Jianghu Guests outside the courtyard dared to venture close.
Qin Qingluo lifted her arm slightly, and the hunting falcon landed on it. The proud creature bowed its head like a subordinate before its master. She casually smoothed its feathers and removed the message tube from its foot.
Chen Yi watched this scene, somewhat intrigued. Ordinary Jianghu Guests used pigeons for correspondence, but she used a hunting falcon.
Qin Qingluo unfolded the letter, scanned it briefly, and shook her head with a faint smile. Then she rolled it back up and said to Chen Yi:
