Ling Tianyu looked at Han Zhe, Zhu Wushuang, Xia Liu, and the others, all with heavy faces. His own expression was equally grave as he took the message and began to read it.
The message was short, with fewer than thirty words.
Yet those less than thirty words conveyed an unsettling news, extremely disquieting news.
"When did this happen?" Ling Tianyu asked.
"Half a month ago," Han Zhe replied.
Upon hearing this, Ling Tianyu exhaled deeply.
"So the envoys are not alone," Ling Tianyu said, pacing back and forth with his hands behind his back.
"Yes, there are many envoys, and each visit is by a different one. This time, the envoy's intentions are unclear," Han Zhe said. "And it's in the Xuanyuan Realm, according to the message, which does not bode well for us and seems targeted at your Emperor Lineage."
Ling Tianyu naturally understood, and he also noticed that even the envoys were assigned, as were the factions behind them. This was indeed a significant matter.
