The Paper Sword was a sword of Mount Shu that could transmit messages over 500 kilometers.
The sword ripped through the air to stop and hover in front of Lin Shan.
It trembled ever so slightly before opening from the middle. The handle of the sword bent and in the blink of an eye, transformed into a slip of paper bearing the symbol of the Mount Shu. Shortly after, the slip of paper fell gently on Lin Shan's palm.
"Demonic beasts have besieged the mountain."
"The number of casualties is high."
"Return immediately."
Three lines of sentences and 14 words appeared vividly on the paper.
Lin Shan's face immediately paled after reading the slip of paper. He clutched his hand to form such a tight fist that blue veins protruded on his skin. "Who exactly are you? What do you know? What relations do you have with demonic beasts?"
Staring at Ye Que's smiling face, Lin Shan wanted nothing more than to swallow him whole.
"Me?" Ye Que pointed to himself before grin