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Chu Zhiyuan bid farewell to Gao Jiuqu.
On the way back, he kept pondering over his conversation with Gao Jiuqu.
Gao Jiuqu had already given a hint.
There would be a second rebellion in Jihai Town.
The first was in Daliu Camp, so what about this time?
More importantly, is Wentian Cliff truly so formidable?
Is the Wentian Secret Technique really so powerful?
His mood was heavy.
After walking ten meters, he passed a small alley and quickly glanced into it.
In the shadows of the alley stood a young man in a gray robe, leaning against the wall.
As Chu Zhiyuan passed by, the young man seemed to inadvertently raise his arm, spreading his hand, with four fingers curled and his pinky pointing up.
Chu Zhiyuan nodded and continued walking without stopping.
His lips moved slightly, and Guo Chi, hearing his voice transmission, nodded in understanding.
He quickly disappeared into the crowd and returned moments later with a letter in hand.
