The blood-stained letter bore scars of dried blood, like the imprints of time, speaking of endless suffering and despair.
A trace of solemnity flashed in Shi Feiyang's eyes, as if a sky thick with dark clouds, weighing heavily on one's chest.
He knew clearly that behind this blood letter, deeper secrets and crises might be hidden.
This was a massive, unfathomable mystery, waiting for him to unravel.
He carefully put away the blood letter, his hands trembling slightly, as if holding a rare treasure, ready to investigate further, leaving no clue, no matter how faint, like a candle flickering in the wind.
Shi Feiyang understood the importance of this blood letter and immediately turned around, looking steadfastly at Xie Wen, and said in a deep voice, "Xie Wen, this matter is urgent, quickly bring Qi Meizhen here. Only she can uncover the secrets behind this blood letter."
