Before Mo Xian could even register what was happening, her foot connected with the object. Without seeing clearly what it was, she had already sent it flying a good ten feet. Looking over casually, she saw it was a pigeon.
Mo Xian walked over. The white pigeon lay there motionless. Though she had little interest in it, she still bent down and picked it up.
A letter was tied to the pigeon's leg—it was a carrier pigeon.
Chapter 23