Gu Daoling picked up the tea leaves, sniffed them in front of his nose, and the familiar fragrance evoked many memories. He hadn't tasted the tea from Changling Mountain in years.
Gu Daoling weighed the light package of tea leaves in his hand and mumbled, "So stingy, finally came by and only brought this little..."
Ten miles southeast of Divine Cloud Prefecture, at Wild Lake, the thunder dispersed, and the wind and rain ceased.
Zhu Cheng and Zhu Peng looked at Duan Rong with astonished delight.
Wang Maochun's eyes gleamed sharply. Duan Rong used that object to draw down the thunder, which meant that Minister of the Secretariat Zhu Shizhong did not die from a natural disaster but was murdered.
A grand Minister of the Secretariat, a First Grade official, and a bloodline of the sect's Elder—someone dared to murder him?!
The political situation in Divine Cloud Prefecture is indeed becoming increasingly chaotic!
