Two Choices

The Seven Star Sword Sect inner court disciple that sat atop the Ferghana Horse extended his hand out to receive the letter Duan Ling Tian passed to him.

Swish! Swish! Swish!

…

He didn’t even open it and directly tore the letter into pieces with a few movements.

Swoosh!

With a casual swing of his hand, the pieces fluttered in the wind to scatter within the desert, and not a single complete piece could be found any longer.

"Kid!" The Seven Star Sword Sect inner court disciple looked down at Duan Ling Tian who had a gloomy expression and ridiculed. "You’re quite smart, you even knew to prepare a forged letter to deceive everyone… The Sect Leader’s letter? I, Zhao Lei, a Seven Star Sword Sect inner court disciple doesn’t even have the qualifications to make the Sect Leader write a letter for me. Could a little kid that’s a little over 20 like you possibly have a letter written personally by the Sect Leader?"