Chapter 273: The Ten Directions Pavilion’s Decision

“Definitely!” said Wang Zhuo with staunch assurance. Su Yi thought for a moment, then said, “Do you have paper and a brush on you?” Wang Zhuo immediately took both from his bag of holding and handed them over. With a few sweeping strokes of the brush, Su Yi wrote a letter and sealed it. He then placed the snail-shell-shaped whistle to his lips and blew. Weng! A bizarre rhythm rang out, passing through the curtain and rain and reaching into the skies above. Mere moments later, a...