"Xinyao, what is the urgency?"
A gentle voice flowed out from the inner courtyard room.
Sitting behind the desk in the room, Xu Yuan glanced at the door that had been pushed open.
The morning light poured into the room through the eaves, illuminating Xu Xinyao who had rushed to deliver news. Clearly agitated, her face flushed, she stood hunched by the door, supporting herself with her hands on her knees, her chest heaving as she gasped for breath.
In stark contrast to her was the youth inside the room, whose expression remained calm and unperturbed.
After taking several deep breaths, Xu Xinyao wiped the sweat off her forehead and quickly said:
"Third brother... Chief Lou couldn't enter the inner courtyard, so she sent me to inform you. She said... she said Qingmo's master has passed away."
Upon hearing this news, Xu Yuan did not show any panic, and softly said:
"Stay calm."
"But...."
"The gift box sent to the Sword Sect by the Imperial Court, I was already aware of it."
