Ling Tianyu couldn't understand why the place where he rested was guarded, forbidding anyone within three miles to approach and requiring silence. It was clear that Nangong Xuan Ying valued him greatly; after all, he was their nephew, the son of their own sister. How could they not value him?
At this moment, Hua Yun was not around, as she was busy brewing medicine. Time was also running short, and she was anxious, having only ten days left.
There was no one around, and after searching everywhere, Ling Tianyu could only return to his room. He was now very worried about the seal; he had to leave.
With a wave of his right hand, Ling Tianyu took out a Fu Zuan (Talisman). There was a brush in the room, a writing brush.
"Grateful for the life-saving grace, urgently leaving due to pressing matters, can meet at City of Dead Mountain—Ling Tianyu." He wrote just this sentence on the Fu Zuan, then quickly vanished from the room.