A few days later, the restriction at Qi Yun Villa was triggered again.
The moment the door opened, a frantic figure dashed in. It was Ning Feng.
His face was etched with a hint of travel-worn fatigue, but it couldn't mask his excitement.
The moment he was inside, he dispensed with all pleasantries, plopping himself heavily onto a stone stool. He then deftly untied a vermilion gourd from his waist, pulled out the stopper, and tilted his head back, taking several huge gulps of Spirit Brew. GLUG GLUG GLUG.
Only then did he let out a long sigh and wipe his mouth.
"I've got news!" he said once he'd caught his breath. His first words cut straight to the chase, his eyes glittering as he looked at Qi Yun.
"I spent a fortune and pulled a ton of strings. I finally pried this lead out of a well-connected Senior Brother in the Inner Mansion who specializes in information brokerage."
