The old Daoist studied it for a while longer but still couldn't figure out what was written. 'The little girl probably hasn't even learned all her characters yet.'
"No one will be able to read this. How about I fix it for you?" He looked at Ye Qianning, his gaze falling on her innocent little face. "Ah, forget it. Just leave it like this."
He'd been beaten up badly by the girl in a dream, so the old Daoist harbored a little desire for revenge. That way, if the message didn't get through, no one could blame him.
At this thought, the old Daoist shook his head smugly. "I'll go find a brush and ink right now. Don't you go saying I didn't deliver the message for you later."
A day passed, and the entire Capital City was on lockdown.
Everyone from the Zhan family, the Gu family, the Qian family, and the General's Residence had been mobilized, and they were all going mad from the search.
