Chapter 1830: Chapter 424: Wait and See, No Comment

"Can I meet your Family Head?" Yan Nanmo pondered for a moment and said.

Qinglan smiled, "Sorry, Mr. Yan, I don’t understand what you’re saying."

Yan Nanmo glanced at her, "Alright then, I have other things to attend to. I’ll cover for Old Qiao there."

Qinglan curled her lips, "Take care, Mr. Yan."

Yan Nanmo took one last look at her and turned away, striding off.

Qinglan looked back at Qiao Yi, gave him the middle finger, and walked off with her head held high as his face grew a shade of slate gray with anger.

After leaving Linshan, she walked for a long time without catching a taxi. Linshan is located in a remote area, desolate for kilometers around, and Qinglan walked leisurely out of Linshan, treating it as a workout. She walked particularly fast, often sprinting ten zhang in the blink of an eye, leaving the two men trailing behind panting heavily.

Qinglan walked for a while, then rested, leaning on a tree, grabbing a piece of Foxtail Grass and holding it in her mouth, watching as two panting men caught up.

"Where is she? How did she disappear in the blink of an eye? Indeed, she deserves to be our team’s ace; her stamina is impressive..."

"Alright, we’ve lost her, what are we going to tell the team leader?" another man said, glancing around, knowing that if they lost her, the team leader would tear them apart when they returned.

"Hey, you two kids, tired of chasing after grandma’s butt, aren’t you?"

A delicate figure emerged from behind the tree, startling the two men.

"Go back and tell your team leader that grandma hates being followed—if he has the guts, he should come himself." With that said, she laughed wildly twice, leaped onto a treetop, and vanished among the trees.

The two men stared in disbelief; this...this is too fantastical...

It’s over; this time they’ve truly lost her.

Qinglan snorted lightly; with such amateur skills, they dared to follow grandma—better practice for another hundred years.

Flying out of the woods, she found herself at the foot of the Linshan western slope in a small town, far from the hustle and bustle of Capital City, a particularly serene and peaceful little town.

Qinglan found an inn, took a shower, and came out to find a figure appearing in her room; the person was entirely dressed in black, wearing a mask, looking very mysterious and eerie.

"Subordinate greets Left Protector." A low male voice suddenly broke the silence.

"Get up." Qinglan was drying her wet hair.

"Golden Arrow Envoy, you’ve been urgently summoned to convey a message to the Family Head."

"Yes."

Over the years, society has rapidly developed; various communication tools have become very convenient and fast, enabling conversations across oceans with just a phone call. In ancient times, how many horses would be exhausted, and how much time would be wasted? The Helian Family remains isolated from the world, maintaining traditional internal communication channels, and the Arrow Envoy, also known as the Message Historian, is a unique communication channel within the Helian Family, used for thousands of years. Legend has it that Arrow Envoys command a mystical art allowing telepathic communication with the Family Head, enabling the Family Head to receive exact messages even from a thousand miles away immediately. The Arrow Envoys number five, passed down through generations, named Gold, Wood, Water, Fire, and Earth. Only the Family Head and the Two Protectors are qualified to deploy them.

"Do you remember?" Qinglan asked.

The Golden Arrow Envoy nodded, sat cross-legged on the floor, took out a golden bell from his bosom, and gently shook it. The bell emitted a crisp sound, seeming different from other bell sounds, having a kind of ancient, melodious tone.

Qinglan backed up a few steps, standing straight out of instinct, expression respectful.

The bell sound grew faster and more urgent, making Qinglan a bit dizzy, causing her to shake her head involuntarily.

The Golden Arrow Envoy recited a sequence of spells, and his cross-legged body suddenly rose into the air, half-sitting in midair, surrounded by a ray of white light.

A sudden rumbling thunder exploded from beyond the sky, dark clouds rolled in, obscuring the clear sky, making the world seemingly descend into darkness.

The curtains flew up, dark clouds swept overhead, with an ominous hint of a mountain storm approaching.

Qinglan walked to the window, watching passersby hurrying in the street, quietly mumbling to herself how quickly the weather changed.

An incense stick’s time later, the Golden Arrow Envoy slowly descended to the ground, the white light around him gradually faded, opened his eyes, and his body tilted nearly falling to the ground.

The Golden Arrow Envoy quickly reached from his bosom to take out a medicine bottle, poured out a pill, pushed it into his mouth, and swallowed to recuperate cross-legged.

Every use of the mystical art drains spiritual energy significantly, greater distances expend more energy. The Golden Arrow Envoy, among the five Arrow Envoys, has the highest cultivation.

The Golden Arrow Envoy slowly opened his eyes, "I have conveyed your words entirely to the Family Head, additionally the Family Head instructed me to inform you, stay at Capital City, watch and wait."

Qinglan furrowed her brow slightly, "Where is the Family Head now?"