Looking at the beautiful woman kneeling in front of him, the young Divine King seated on the throne had a somewhat inexplicable expression in his eyes.
He rested his chin on one hand, gazing indifferently at Man Huang, then said, "So what you mean is, Qiu Tu asked you to bring me a letter?"
Hearing the Northern God King's question, Man Huang, kneeling on one knee, bowed her head and corrected, "Your Majesty, it's an order... or perhaps coercion."
The Northern God King squinted slightly at her words, letting his gaze sweep over Man Huang a few times, but said nothing.
He sat up straight, then made a gesture; the next second, a letter flew out from Man Huang's outstretched hand and landed in his own.
Holding the letter, the Northern God King gave it a light shake; the letter unfolded itself, and line after line of powerful script leapt forth on the page.
The Northern God King's eyes fell upon the letter, his face expressionless as he read.
