"A Recording Jade Slip?" Xu Lai furrowed his brows slightly. When Fairy Qing Yuan gave him this hairpin, she had never mentioned leaving something special inside for him. He took out the Jade Slip and probed it with his Divine Sense.
Soon, his pupils constricted. The Jade Slip contained only a single sentence and a recorded image.
"Three years ago, when I visited the site of the Old Heavenly Court, I saw three people lingering at the Sect Gate. I couldn't discern their cultivation boundaries; they were quite mysterious."
Before Ruan Tang, the only confidante to whom Xu Lai could speak about his past without reservation was Fairy Qing Yuan. In fact, Fairy Qing Yuan had visited the Old Heavenly Court more than once to pay respects to Xu Lai's fallen Sect.
But what caught Xu Lai's attention the most was that he knew two of those three people!
One was Jing Ke. The other was the middle-aged Taoist who had given two Jade Slips to the ordinary man who had planted all the plum trees.
