"A letter? What letter?"
Wu Wang asked aloud, his voice probing the air as tension gripped the poised masters within the pavilion, their gazes sweeping back and forth.
Only when Wu Wang revealed a faint outline of himself and deliberately added a light yellow hue did the group sigh in relief.
Xiao Jian Daoist lowered his Longsword, and the others sheathed their Weapons. They descended from the roof of the pavilion and leaped back from distant rooftops, then offered Wu Wang clasped-fist salutes.
In no time, calls of "Wu Wang" and "Hall Master" were heard incessantly.
Wu Wang responded with a cordial smile and a few pleasantries before getting straight to the point, "Daoist Brother, what were you saying just now? The Heavenly Emperor has sent me letters, three in one year?"
"Ah, that..." Xiao Jian Daoist cleared his throat and spoke in a transmitted voice, "This matter has not been made public, as the teacher suppressed it."
