Su Ye listened without saying a word.
After listening, Kuang Zhan scratched his head. For once, the gears in his seldom-used brain actually started turning.
"Song Jue, how do you know so much? Did you buy this intel?"
Song Jue put away the letter, glancing at Kuang Zhan with his fox-like eyes.
"I bet that brain of yours would sell for a good price."
"Huh?"
"Things that have never been used are always more expensive."
While Song Jue and Kuang Zhan were talking, Su Ye reached out, took the letter, and examined it carefully for a moment.
Then, she pointed out the faint imprint of a seal on the paper, one that bore the words "Wind-Listening," and placed the letter in front of the two men.
Her voice was even as she spoke.
"I recall that the Pavilion Master of the Wind-Listening Pavilion also has the surname Song."
Song Jue raised an eyebrow and looked at Su Ye.
He stated a widely-known fact with no emotion.
