"...Brother Yuan, all is well. Do not worry. From Qiaoniang."
Bai Yuan gazed at the letter from Sister Qiao, a smile lingering on his lips.
In the blink of an eye, he had been at the Divine Mansion Sect for nearly a year.
The two had indeed been separated for a long time.
As the saying goes, a letter from home is worth ten thousand gold pieces. There was a great deal of truth in that.
Sister Qiao had written a great deal, mentioning how Old Xue's health was improving by the day—he had even taken on another maidservant—how Chu Yuan had recovered to the Bone Forging Pass and had his sights set on the Yijin Pass, and how she herself was showing signs of breaking through the Yijin Pass...
In short, just as the letter said, all was well.
As long as Bai Yuan was alive in the Divine Mansion Sect, no one in Qinghe would dare to touch Sister Qiao—not even Flying Eagle Castle or the Iron Saber Gang.
The troubles with the Wang Family had long since passed.
