The scorching summer days had passed; the autumn air was slightly cold. Around Jiangzhou City and Guan Yi City, tall trees slowly turned yellow, and then, beneath the autumn rain, they fluttered to the ground where the raindrops pitter-pattered crisply upon them.
News from Changfeng Building was carried here by the autumn breeze.
Although Changfeng Building was Li Guanyi's intelligence organization, safely delivering this letter across the complex political landscape of Chen Country had taken time. After practicing martial arts, Xue Shuangtao skimmed through Li Guanyi's letter during a brief rest.
She looked at the drawing of a young man tucked inside the letter, a simple ink painting that vividly sketched out a river, waterfall, and a vaguely discernible crowd in the distance. Xue Shuangtao smiled, pulling out a falcon feather included with the letter.
This feather, unlike those from falcons bred by nobility's children, was different.
