"Li Xin, huh..." Qing Yu muttered to himself with an inexplicable meaning, "It's no wonder, Yun Wuyue never sent me this information."
The people on his side, aside from Feng Jiu, the most loyal one, no one else knew he was Qing Yu from Qing Province.
Yun Wuyue didn't know, so naturally, he couldn't provide Qing Yu with intel about an irrelevant person.
Only Feng Jiu, knowing what Li Xin meant to Qing Yu, would keep this document for him.
And on the enemy side, the only person who knew Qing Yu's identity and wrote this document was probably that person.
"Lu Qifeng."
The one who had tricked Qing Yu into coming to Northern Zhou, then realized this kite had slipped its string at some unknown time—Lu Qifeng.
Only he would come up with such a maneuver.
"It seems, Lu Qifeng's intent to see me dead has been rekindled," Qing Yu said, smiling but not quite smiling.
Meng Wuchang had scarcely died before Lu Qifeng began his tricks again; he really must have a death wish.
