“Sister Ling’er, please help me transcribe these two letters, following the notes on these pages.” Zu’an stood up, pulled out a chair, and gestured for her to come over.

Xie Daoyun is a rune expert, and the profession is best known for its writing.

While it might be difficult for others to imitate handwriting, it's an easy task for them.

"Okay~" Xie Daoyun obediently sat down, picked up the letter and started reading, but the smile on her face gradually froze.

Noticing her unusual behavior, Zu An hurriedly asked, "What's wrong? Is this handwriting hard to imitate?"

“Not exactly,” Xie Daoyun hesitated for a moment before finally saying quietly, “Brother Zu, which girl are you planning to meet secretly at midnight?”

Zuan chuckled: "You misunderstood. It wasn't me, but... it was a mission requirement. Think about it, if it were me, why would I need to imitate handwriting?"

He was too embarrassed to say that they were the senior and junior disciples from Biluo Palace, lest he frighten her and cause some negative impact, so he dared not transcribe it.

"That's right!" Xie Daoyun's eyes lit up, and she immediately beamed with joy.

She rolled up her sleeves slightly, revealing her snow-white wrists, and began to copy the text.

"Won't it be a bit difficult?" Zu'an asked with some concern. Both Wan Tongtian's and Huo Ling Shitai's handwriting had distinct personal styles, which was why he had previously found it difficult.

“It might be difficult for others, but Brother Zu, don’t forget what I do.” Xie Daoyun’s face shone brightly, radiating a confident glow.

The two letters were quickly written. When Zu An examined them, he found that the handwriting was exactly the same as that of Wantongtian and Master Huoling. He couldn't help but exclaim in admiration, "I really didn't expect that such delicate hands could write such vigorous characters."

Xie Daoyun blushed slightly: "It's good that I can help Brother Zu."

"You should go to sleep early. I'm going out for a bit." Zu'an put the letter in his pocket and was about to leave.

"Brother Zu~" Xie Daoyun called out to him, "Are you coming back tonight?"

Zuan was taken aback: "They might be back very late."

It always takes up most of the night to help Da Manman heal her wounds.

Of course, one cannot stay overnight, otherwise it would be troublesome if the people of Biluo Palace found out.

Hearing that he was coming back, Xie Daoyun secretly breathed a sigh of relief: "I wish Brother Zu a successful mission!"

Zuan looked at her strangely, waved to her, and disappeared into the night sky.

Meanwhile, in the detached courtyard of Biluo Palace, Master Huoling and Pei Mianman were chatting about the competition that would take place in the next few days.

Pei Mianman responded absentmindedly, her mind preoccupied with what Azu had meant earlier.

Just then, Master Huoling's face suddenly turned cold. She rolled up her sleeve to the side, and just then, an object shot in from outside the window, which she caught.

In that instant, she had rushed to the door, her sharp eyes scanning the surroundings, but there was only the faint chirping of insects, and not a single person in sight.

"Master, what's wrong?" Pei Mianman also ran out.

"A master has just arrived." Master Huoling's expression was solemn. There are only a handful of people in the entire Purple Mountain who can deliver messages without me noticing.

However, these people shouldn't be acting so furtively. Could it be that other experts have infiltrated their ranks?

While pondering, she picked up the letter, used her divine sense to detect that there were no hidden mechanisms inside, and then opened it.

The handwriting that caught her eye made her heart skip a beat. After reading the rest of the text, her face flushed red and then turned pale as a torrent of emotions surged through her.

"Master, what does it say?" Pei Mianman had never seen such an expression on her master's face before, and couldn't help but tiptoe to get a closer look.

"It's nothing, just some boring stuff written by a bored person, don't worry about it." Master Huoling quickly put the letter into her bosom. "Let's continue with what we were just talking about."

Pei Mianman simply said "oh," and didn't press the matter further.

Pei Mianman was absent-minded just now, and now it's Master Huoling's turn to be absent-minded.

She appeared calm and collected, but her heart was in turmoil.

Why would that bastard write me a letter like that?

But who else could he be? How could I not recognize his notes?

Who else but him could deliver the letter so quietly in the entire villa?

Could it be that fighting side by side with him before reminded him of our youth?

But now that he's married and has children, what's the point of him writing this to me?

Hmph, who does he think he is? Does he think I have to go see him just because he says he wants to?

Why did he arrange to meet at the most remote and secluded Tianchi Peak? What exactly is he planning to do?

...

After a while, Pei Mianman also noticed that something was wrong with her, and said cautiously, "Master, you've been working too hard these past few days to help me recover. Why don't you go back and rest?"

“I’m not tired,” Master Huoling replied subconsciously, but after hesitating for a moment, she stood up and said, “Alright, you should take a good rest and adjust your breathing.”

After finishing speaking, she returned to her room, her hands trembling slightly as she took out the letter and read its contents over and over again, her expression shifting between tears and laughter.

After a long pause, she suddenly stood up and muttered to herself, "Hmph, I'd like to see what you're going to say to me!"

He got up to leave, but soon returned to the room.

A look of struggle appeared on her face, but she still managed to pull out a mirror from her storage bag, along with a set of rouge and face powder.

Looking at this familiar yet unfamiliar set of cosmetics, a trace of sadness appeared on her face. This set of cosmetics was a gift from Wan Tongtian back then.

How many years has it been since it was last used?

Thirty years, or fifty years?

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