A graceful white dove flew through the sky and landed on the messenger bird tree. A maid walked over to the dove and removed the letter from its beak, giving it food and water before walking towards the dining room.
"My lord, my lady," the maid knocked on the door before entering with a letter and handing it over to Yang Zhenfen. Yang Zhenfen picked up his letter knife and cut it open. "The crown demands that the Kyanite baroness estate send eligible men and women for this upcoming war. Cultivators only, no regular civilians," Yang Zhenfen read out with a frown and looked over to Kyanite Gho, whose sky-blue eyes were trained on him.
"Interesting... do one of us need to partake in the war along with the cultivators we have blossomed into the talented individuals they are now?" Kyanite Gho asked with a slight smile that didn't quite meet her blue irises.