At the Pure Yang Palace, after waiting until nightfall, Wang Wuxie got up from his meditation. He walked outside, his steps seeming especially light and carefree. However, he returned soon after to check and sort out his appearance in front of the copper mirror. When he saw his handsome appearance in the mirror, he nodded in satisfaction. Then, he walked out in large strides.

The letter he had received from the White Jade Sect disciple during the day said that Yan Xuehen would meet him tonight at midnight, at a certain location.

At the time, he had been muddle-headed, and only told the disciple that he definitely wouldn’t disappoint Sect Master Yan. That was mainly because he didn’t want others to know about their private meeting. Otherwise, if news got out, it would harm Yan Xuehen’s reputation.

Even though he was really confused as to why Yan Xuehen would make such an arrangement, that was a letter sent by a White Jade Sect disciple. Furthermore, it was Yan Xuehen’s own handwriting,...