The sword's body quivered slightly, as if waiting for praise, but Chen Yi paid it no mind, for a letter had appeared at the sword's hilt.
Chen Yi was somewhat surprised. Although the flying sword message delivery was swift, the round trip seemed unusually fast.
Unless... Zhou Yitang's current location wasn't far from Chang'an, this thought made his heart skip a beat, but he quickly suppressed it.
He reached out, and the Tai Sha Sword obediently landed in his palm, rubbing against him flatteringly.
"Alright, stop dawdling," Chen Yi lightly scolded, without much sincerity, and brushed his fingers over the sword's body to take the letter.
In the moonlight, Chen Yi unfolded the plain paper. The handwriting was thin and vigorous, each stroke very familiar; it was indeed Zhou Yitang's handwriting. The letter was not long, concise, and straight to the point:
