Chapter: 163
Mu Jeong-jin nodded his head at Qing Ming�s concern.
The Sichuan land was basically a basin.
The vast plain, which provides enough grain to feed hundreds of millions of people, was protected by mountains high enough to reach the sky like a folding screen.
Among them, the highland in the west was famous for its rugged and dense mountains. Even in broad daylight it was as dark as night, and it was notorious for having first-time visitors to get lost and wander for days and days, eventually starving to death.
Mu Jeong-jin gave another disciple an order.
�Make an announcement to the sects that have made up the inescapable net. Since his destination is the western highlands, tell them to concentrate and fully prepaare their forces there, especially for those sects in that direction.�
�Understood. I�ll tell them that.�
The disciple lowered the large box he was carrying on his back as he answered.
Inside the box were dozens of well-trained carrier pigeons.�
The disciple took some of them out of the box then threw them away.
The carrier pigeons flew in different directions with a letter containing the orders of Mu Jeong-jin on their feet.
It was time for the warriors of the Qingcheng sect to start moving again after a brief rest.
Suddenly, a red hawk appeared in the sky.
The red hawk hovered in the sky for a while, then swiftly descended and landed on the forearm of the disciple who sent out the carrier pigeons.�
The disciple hurriedly delivered the letter tied to the carrier pigeon�s ankle to Mu Jeong-jin.
�This is a letter from the Emei sect.�
�Emei?�
Mu Jeong-jin hastily read the letter.
�Master, why did Emei send a letter?�
�They say they want to participate too.�
�Emei? What are their intentions��
Qing Ming frowned.
His perception of the Emei sect was not good.
Mu Jeong-jin crumpled up the letter and said,
�It doesn�t matter what their intentions are. What� matters is that the number of cards we can use has increased. We will surely catch the assassin and soon have him taste the pain of hell.�
The whole world was tinged with gold.
The rice fields before harvest swayed like waves in the wind, and the farmers smiled happily.
Their faces were tanned by the intense sunlight, and their whole body was sweating non-stop, but they were happy nonetheless.
Now the harvest is near.
The end of the arduous journey that has continued since spring is in sight. That is why the working farmers burst into laughter.� JrNovels.com
The Sichuan land was basically a basin.
The vast plain, which provides enough grain to feed hundreds of millions of people, was protected by mountains high enough to reach the sky like a folding screen.
Among them, the highland in the west was famous for its rugged and dense mountains. Even in broad daylight it was as dark as night, and it was notorious for having first-time visitors to get lost and wander for days and days, eventually starving to death.
Mu Jeong-jin gave another disciple an order.
�Make an announcement to the sects that have made up the inescapable net. Since his destination is the western highlands, tell them to concentrate and fully prepaare their forces there, especially for those sects in that direction.�
�Understood. I�ll tell them that.�
The disciple lowered the large box he was carrying on his back as he answered.
Inside the box were dozens of well-trained carrier pigeons.�
The disciple took some of them out of the box then threw them away.
The carrier pigeons flew in different directions with a letter containing the orders of Mu Jeong-jin on their feet.
It was time for the warriors of the Qingcheng sect to start moving again after a brief rest.
Suddenly, a red hawk appeared in the sky.
The red hawk hovered in the sky for a while, then swiftly descended and landed on the forearm of the disciple who sent out the carrier pigeons.�
The disciple hurriedly delivered the letter tied to the carrier pigeon�s ankle to Mu Jeong-jin.
�This is a letter from the Emei sect.�
�Emei?�
Mu Jeong-jin hastily read the letter.
�Master, why did Emei send a letter?�
�They say they want to participate too.�
�Emei? What are their intentions��
Qing Ming frowned.
His perception of the Emei sect was not good.
Mu Jeong-jin crumpled up the letter and said,
�It doesn�t matter what their intentions are. What� matters is that the number of cards we can use has increased. We will surely catch the assassin and soon have him taste the pain of hell.�
The whole world was tinged with gold.
The rice fields before harvest swayed like waves in the wind, and the farmers smiled happily.
Their faces were tanned by the intense sunlight, and their whole body was sweating non-stop, but they were happy nonetheless.
Now the harvest is near.
The end of the arduous journey that has continued since spring is in sight. That is why the working farmers burst into laughter.� JrNovels.com
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