[If you help me, I will help you, HuaZhen.]
Mang HuaZhen watched the crow slowly disintegrate into smoke, thinning out to nothing.
He hadn't expected to hear from the sorcerers this soon, least of all from Liu Ximeng.
Ever since Mang HuaZhen could remember, they never were on good terms. Neutral at best, enemies at worst. But now…
Mang HuaZhen's brows crinkled with worry as he let the moonlight caress his cheeks, painting the world much calmer than what he felt within his heart.
Danger was looming ahead, and now, he couldn't tell if he should believe in Liu Ximeng or not. If he acted too hastily, he wouldn't be only putting himself in danger - but also his children, and grandchildren.
With not many options, HuaZhen conjured up a messenger crow of his own, with a few mumbles under his breath, he sent the crow away and into the night.
