Could it be related to Qing Palace?
Yes, facing the pressing steps of Bai Ziqi and the Chiyan people, how could Qingyang Imperial Master remain indifferent?
"Maybe." Xi Yunhe's puppet shrugged stiffly, "It's just a personal guess, based solely on my understanding of her."
He said no more and told He Lingchuan to complete the task as soon as possible before leaving.
After the man left, He Lingchuan did not waste any time and summoned Goshawk into the house.
"Here comes a new job. Help me fly to Yangshui in Chiyan again to check on people and get some information."
A man with wings can travel a thousand miles in a day, and it only takes a few days to go back and forth across the water.
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At night, it snows for the first time in Panlong City.
He Lingchuan was walking on the street when he suddenly felt a chill on his face. Fine flakes of snow came unexpectedly and dug into people's necks.
Pedestrians on the street tightened their clothes and quickened their pace.
It's so cold, it's only right to go home and sit by the fire.
He Lingchuan walked into a medicine shop, ordered some medicinal materials, and asked the shopkeeper to cook Baihu soup for him.
"Does anyone at home want to sober up?"
He Lingchuan smiled: "Yes."
He originally thought that after leaving Xushan, he would enter Panlong City at night, but that night he first had a dream about the Taoist Tree, and the next day he met Prince Lingxu who came to kill people and set fire to him.
Tonight, we finally entered the city.
After a while, the white tiger soup was cooked. He was not afraid of burning it, so he picked up the earthen pot and walked back.
Chapter completed!