After reading the note, Fang Han's gaze fell on the bright red, urgent Sect seal at the very end.
The Mail Eagle on his arm ruffled its feathers and cooed softly.
Lan Yuexin stood to the side. Seeing the sudden change in Fang Han's expression, her bright, usually smiling eyes became tinged with gravity.
She didn't speak immediately, only waiting quietly until Fang Han slowly folded the note and tucked it away. Only then did she ask softly,
"Sir Fang Han, is there an urgent matter from your Sect?"
Fang Han looked up and nodded, his voice tinged with gravity.
"A Fourth Grade Steward from the Sect has lost contact. His last message was sent from a location not far from Jinhuang City. The Sect has ordered me to investigate immediately."
For a Fourth Grade Steward to go missing was no small matter.
