The night dew of the Xuan’an Bureau dampened the edge of the bamboo couch. Pi Yanlin held the anonymous letter, his thumb tracing the distorted seal characters pressed into the wax.
Gu Qinghuan’s scabbard left a shallow dent against her knee. The humming of her blade had not yet fully subsided, mirroring the turbulent surge of her own blood—she had seen similar markings on the cuff of the murderer in the massacre a decade ago.
"I will take the Xuanjia Guard and investigate immediately." Her fingers tightened around the hilt, the sword sliding against the scabbard with a sharp, metallic rasp. "If the False Law Sect dares to deliver letters right under the nose of the Xuan’an Bureau, the altar must be nearing completion."
Chapter 205