Time passed, and the days spent in that tranquil valley felt like a melodious pastoral poem—simple yet full of warmth. In this sanctuary, Linger, Xiaoyan, and Ziling gradually healed the scars in their hearts. Yet, the call of the martial world, like a distant bell, still echoed deep within their souls.
On this particular day, the sunlight was exceptionally bright, and the valley was filled with the fragrance of flowers. As usual, Linger strolled by the stream, her fingers gently playing in the water while her thoughts drifted toward the distant martial world. Suddenly, a carrier pigeon fluttered its wings and landed on her shoulder. Startled, Linger untied the bamboo tube from the pigeon's leg and unfolded the letter inside. The handwriting was intimately familiar to her—it was a message from the Young Leader.
As it turned out, the situation in the martial world had shifted once again. A mysterious faction had quietly risen, operating in secrecy and with ruthless methods, causing multiple tragedies across the realm. Although the Young Leader and the Jianghu Alliance had conducted various investigations, they discovered that a massive conspiracy seemed to lurk behind this faction. Not only were these villains slaughtering indiscriminately in the martial world, but they were also secretly colluding with corrupt officials in the imperial court, attempting to subvert the order of the martial world and ultimately threaten the stability of the court. The letter was earnest and h…
Chapter 38