The Swiftlight Sparrow’s claws relaxed, and the letter fell from its grip.

Bang!

Before it even hit the ground, the letter burst with a spray of sparks, and a tall, broad monk appeared out of nowhere.

He was dressed in Buddhist robes, and his face was greasy. This was none other than the Ten Directions Pavilion’s Monk Hongji.

The first thing he did was clasp his fist in apology. “I showed up uninvited. Please don’t take offense.”

Su Yi sat upright in his wicker chair and asked with great interest, “Who taught you that transformation skill?”

The monk said hurriedly, “It’s just a petty, unpresentable little magic trick. I learned it years ago, from a stroke of fortune I obtained on Silverflame Yao Mountain.”

Su Yi said, “Going forward, when you use it, be careful. If any twisted perverts set their sights on you, they’re sure to force you to transform into a pretty little beauty.”

The monk’s smile froze, and he shuddered from head to toe, then said with a bitter laugh, “I can only transform into inanimate objects. I still can’t become anything living.”

“Well, let’s hear it. Why are you here?” asked Su Yi.

Monk Hongji said solemnly, “Young Lord Su, did you hear about the sudden...