Chapter 130: Zong Rong to the Extreme

On the morning of the second day, a Gyrfalcon circled above the Southern Fujian Camp, its dark feathers reflecting the morning light, spiraling downwards beneath the rising sun.

Outside the main general's tent, Zhou Mu furrowed his brows, letting out a loud whistle into the sky. The whistle, long and imbued with inner strength, carried far.

The Gyrfalcon, still circling in midair, suddenly dove toward Zhou Mu, its large wings stirring up clouds of dust.

General Er, his mouth and nose covered, swiftly picked up the bamboo tube dropped by the Gyrfalcon and quickly opened it.

Then, he froze as if struck by lightning, his face cycling through shades of green, red, blue, and reverting to incomprehensible expressions.

"What's happened? They actually used Ling Yun?" Zhou Mu's face remained controlled, but his heart was filled with trepidation.

Last time, when the urgent letter arrived, she had been attacked and injured. And this time?