Chu Mo opened the letter, which contained only a few words: "Twenty-five miles north of Jinxiu City, behind a small mountain, Jin Ming will appear there after midnight tonight."
Chu Mo glanced over it and then looked at the limp Jin Xian, wanting to say something, but in the end, he could only sigh, "This matter should be resolved internally by your Jin Family."
The despair in the eyes of the limp Jin Xian was unmistakable. He knew very well that if he were handed over to the Jin Family for handling, the Elder Council of the Jin Family would never forgive him. The Jin Family might follow him to ally with the Lingyue Sect, but they would never tolerate his betrayal of his own brothers!
If he could betray his own brother, whom couldn't he betray?
By this time, Fang Lan had brought back the body of Jin Ming with her face deathly pale and devoid of any color, her gaze filled with hatred when she looked at Jin Xian.