Xie Jinshu's letter from the Capital City failed to reach Ling Yunhe. The attendant sent to deliver it had rushed back overnight.
"You couldn't find Mr. Ling?" Xie Jinshu asked, surprised. "Tell me exactly what happened."
"Master, as soon as I left the Capital City, I headed straight south. But Mr. Ling was already traveling south, so I had to chase after him. I lost his trail when I got to Qingzhou City. I paid for information and heard whispers that Mr. Ling only stayed in Qingzhou City for two days before leaving. No one knows where he went."
Xie Jinshu's expression turned grim. 'Ling Yunhe isn't an unreliable person. He always leaves letters for me when he travels south. But to not even dare leave a letter in Qingzhou City... that means he must have run into a life-or-death situation.'
He didn't even dare to consider whether Ling Yunhe was still alive.
