"Commander, urgent message from the Celestial Master."
A small soldier from the Celestial Master Army rushed into the hall, pulled an urgent message from his pocket, and a personal soldier stepped forward, took the message, and handed it to Yang Minggui.
Yang Minggui paused slightly. Since Qingzhou was captured, the Celestial Master hadn't sent him any messages or orders. The sudden urgent message instinctively led him to believe something big had happened.
The message was sealed with wax and stamped with a special mark; if anyone had peeked at it mid-way, it would be immediately noticeable.
Yang Minggui opened the urgent message, glanced at it briefly, then his expression tightened, and he began to read seriously. A few moments later, he laughed loudly: "The heavens are helping me, the heavens are helping me..."
Military Advisor Xu Mu cast his gaze over and inquired: "Commander, what has happened?"
