Duan Song could hardly believe his own ears; he looked at Wei Ziyi in front of him and confirmed again and again.
"For me?"
"Mhm."
Wei Ziyi nodded: "Master said it himself, deliver it to Ziyang Sect, to Senior Duan. On the envelope, there's also the wording 'For Senior Duan's personal opening.'"
"Mhm..."
Duan Song nodded steadily, his demeanor unchanging even if Taishan Mountain were collapsing before him.
He reached out to take the letter.
But just as he was about to touch it, he retracted his hand slightly, rubbed it on his clothes a couple of times, and only then did he take it.
Holding the letter in his hand, he looked at it closely again, confirming it was indeed addressed to him, and subconsciously began to tear it open.
However, after pausing for a moment, he looked towards Wei Ziyi:
"Did your master leave any other instructions?"
"No."
Wei Ziyi shook her head confidently.
"Thank you."
Duan Song nodded and then took out the letter from the envelope.
