A short while later, the guard returned, his face ashen white.
Song Wen raised his head. His heart stilled upon seeing the guard’s expression.
"Lord, the relay manager was assassinated."
The brush in Song Wen's hand fell to the table, the ink splattered everywhere, making the unfinished letter messy and dirty.
It was too much of a coincidence!
Song Wen knew that if something was too much of a coincidence, it was not a coincidence but a plot. Thinking back to the broken teleportation formation, it was obvious that someone purposely tampered with it.
Who would it be?
During wartime, Tianshuang city was on high alert; no outsider could enter the city.
_Is it them?_
Thinking up to this point, Song Wen's expression turned cold.
Song Wen's voice was really low, filled with disgust.
The same guard replied; he was Song Wen’s right-hand-man.
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