The reflection from the window showed Murong Qing's silhouette pacing in the main hall of the Hundred Sects Alliance in Huangli City.
He had just arrived from Fengyuan City, hadn't even had a chance to drink a sip of water, and the urgent purpose was only one — to wait for the message. The messenger falcon only recognized one route, from Huangli City to Bright Mirror Lake's Hundred Sects Alliance.
Outside the window, it was pitch black, with dark clouds covering the land, not allowing a single star to shine. It looked as if it could rain at any moment.
Clap! Clap!
The sound of flapping wings suddenly came frequently from outside the window.
Murong Qing hurriedly pushed open the window, extended his hand, and the messenger falcon landed on his wrist.
"Finally, it's here!"
Murong Qing was delighted and quickly removed the gold paper tied to the falcon's leg.
He unfolded it and took a look!
Murong Qing's gaze grew cold, yet a satisfied smile appeared on his lips.
