The Capital was indeed a prosperous place, with its dazzling extravagance bewildering their senses. With a place like this, they had no intention of going back to endure the hardships of their run-down village!
Old Master Qiao listened to them all without uttering a word.
"Do you have any other clues?"
"Yes."
Li Cuihua hastily produced an envelope that had carefully been stored inside her bundle. At a glance, the letter was obviously very old, to the point that even the ink on the parchment was considerably faded.
Old Master Qiao accepted the letter tremblingly and suddenly broke down in tears as he glanced at the writing on the cover. His drought-stricken eyes were now overwhelmed by a sudden flood of tears.
"Master!" Qiao Lin stepped forward to embrace the old man, trying to console him in a low voice, "Look at you, haven't we found a glimmer of hope? We might find our niece very soon, so why cry?"