A chill pierced through Rong Zhi's chest in an instant. He was usually unfazed by the cold, but at that moment, he felt his fingers trembling slightly. Never in his life had he felt such fear.
He was... afraid.
That fear almost crushed his heart.
However, the panic was fleeting. Rong Zhi took a deep breath, and the cold air quickly filled his chest. His eyes were filled with bone-chilling calmness.
Now was not the time to panic. The first thing to confirm was whether an accident had occurred in Luoyang. Although the timing was alarming, the delay of the letter did not necessarily relate to the palace.
Concern leads to chaos.
However, Luoyang was two thousand miles away from Ping City, and he couldn't obtain specific information at the moment. At this time, Rong Zhi couldn't help but recall the "telephone" mentioned by Chu Yu. How convenient it would be to have a telephone now?
