The next morning.
With a flapping sound, a white pigeon with red eyes sliced across the sky, its wings carrying it to the room where Jiang Dali was staying.
Jiang Dali casually tore off the note attached to the pigeon to read it, and his pupils slightly contracted.
The letter was from Huakai Jianhong, who had already gained not insignificant influence among the Abnormal People of the World Association. It stated that they had discovered the whereabouts of Zhu Wushi.
However, by the time Zhu Wushi had been discovered, the Marquis of Ming was already leaving under the escort of a group of World Association members, apparently preparing to return to Ming Country.
"Zhu Wushi!"
Jiang Dali's expression slightly darkened, a faint smile forming at the corners of his mouth.
Now that they had discovered the other party's whereabouts, the next steps were easy to handle.
