The hungry ghost led the Posthouse Official to the pavilion in the locust forest, prepared tea and snacks, and immediately took the letter and rushed inside.
The hungry ghost held the letter, glanced at the other hungry ghosts with his jet-black eyes, and couldn't help but secretly sneer.
These guys, usually, once they got the sweet rain, they wished they could stuff their whole hands into their mouths to chew.
Seeing him deliver the sweet rain, the looks on their faces were truly something else.
So foolish, no wonder you all never get important tasks.
He had noticed that in Jinlan Mountain, the higher the position, the more generous the person.
His lord never cared about such trivial matters, neither did Miss Cece when it was time to be generous.
Of course, Yu Ziqing never explained those matters, but getting to be the Sect Heir here and having the qualifications to speak wasn't something just anyone could do.
In the eastern locust forest, among the millions of hungry ghosts, there was a reason why he could be chosen for this position.
The hungry ghost brought the letter to the inner part of the locust forest, personally handed it to Cece, and recounted the original words of the Posthouse Official.
Cece immediately took out five drops of sweet rain to reward the hungry ghost.
"You did well. In the future, if someone comes from the east and there is a need, go and speak with them, and offer a reception."
Cece thought for a moment and gave ten more drops of sweet rain.
"When the Posthouse Official comes in the future, treat it the same as when the Young Master is here, as much as needed. Don't neglect; come to me when you've used it up."
"Yes, Miss Cece, I understand."
Cece took the letter to find Yang.
In such matters, it was more reliable to find Yang, but if there was a fight, it was more reliable to find the village chief.
Yang opened the letter and immediately laughed.
"Dali actually doesn't intend to wait. This is quite peculiar.
However, from the implied meaning in the letter, it seems they know we can find out what happened inside.
Goodness, they actually plan to have Wen Lingyou personally lead the team. Isn't this old fellow yet to Enter the Dao?
Going to such a ghostly place, is he really not afraid of dying inside?"
Wen Lingyou was the master of the Crown Prince of Dali and one of the deans of the Lihuo Institute, also one of those who took regular duty.
This status was different from those deans who only focused on their research, rarely took part in managing, and only cared about funding.
He was a high-level decision-maker within the Lihuo Institute.
Such a person would absolutely not leave Dali's territory range during normal times.
Because it was too dangerous.
Now Dali sent a letter in the name of the Crown Prince to inquire about some things.
Dali had prepared nine Ninth Tier strong individuals, led by Wen Lingyou, showing their sincerity.
This gesture also demonstrated the attitude of the Lihuo Institute and the Dali court.
The people of Dali were actually already preparing to set off, but until now, they did not know the actual situation inside, so they came to ask Jinlan Mountain.
Yang pondered for a moment; the Minister of Personnel of Dali was No.5, and he certainly knew Jinlan Mountain possessed a Seventh Floor ring.
However, he probably didn't know that Jinlan Mountain had two Seventh Floor rings.
Then why did the Crown Prince of Dali come to ask people from Jinlan Mountain?
Perhaps because, after months had passed, Jinlan Mountain remained unresponsive, going about their business as usual, eating and drinking, making them conclude that the people of Jinlan Mountain knew Yu Ziqing was still alive?
What was really going on inside the archway, Yang naturally knew.
Every day when he had some free time, Yu Ziqing would contact him to share some information.
He would also inform Yu Ziqing about the situation outside.
Indeed, it was quite appropriate for Dali to go now.
But Yang was still somewhat puzzled as to why the Dali court wanted to send strong individuals, couldn't they just sit back and reap the benefits?
Even if they went, it was actually difficult for them to directly gain any benefits.
After much thought, there seemed to be only one possibility: Dali was placing their bets.
Yang summoned the village chief to send a reply.
"Just tell them to find a place inside, hide safely, crush this Jade Scroll, and someone will meet them."
Yang did not say what the situation inside was, merely pointed out a path.
Yu Ziqing indeed needed help over there, with Dadui's strong contenders gathering, Yu Ziqing would find it tough later on.
Those people from various sects and families had different thoughts, and those fools going to help Emperor Dui were untrustworthy.
If the Dali court was willing to place their bets together with Jinlan Mountain, then let them follow suit.
Much better than Daqian, who was indeed prepared to reap the benefits like a fisherman.
They were now starting to make various preparations to make a dash for the Tenth Tier at the first opportunity.
Unfortunately, those guys would certainly regret it later on.
Gaining such benefits wasn't that easy.
As for Dazhen, King Xiang thought of helping, and Old Emperor Zhen also wanted to help.
But given Dazhen's internal situation, it's better to forget it.
The changes caused by internal strife, losing parts of their territories, coupled with Dazhen becoming increasingly cold, with the north almost turning into a frozen death zone, making survival difficult.
Maintaining the status quo without further trouble was already not easy.
Fortunately, Dazhen had always had a relatively small population, and now with the aid of filth buckets, they continuously obtained vast quantities of excellent fertilizer, accelerating the recovery of pastures and farmland.
Otherwise, if people couldn't survive, who knew what major unrest would occur?
The letter was sent out, and Yang sent a message to Yu Ziqing, explaining the situation, and also told him the number on the Jade Scroll.
In the locust forest, Cece took the letter and personally delivered it to the Posthouse Official.
On the stone table, the Posthouse Official held a tiny cup to drink tea, while the Little Black Horse lay on the table, with its belly up, tongue extended like a corpse.