I Just Want to Deliver Letters, So How Did I Get Caught Up in the Jianghu’s Turmoil?

Just before he died, the mute master suddenly spoke. He left Wang Tang three letters and a box. Wang Tang mourned him for three years, then finally shouldered his pack and set out for West Lake. “I’m only delivering letters,” Wang Tang told himself. “If I deliver the letter with the flower cipher to West Lake, I should be able to figure out where the others go,” he thought. But there are always unexpected things in the martial world.