The night wind howled, and a light rain drizzled.
The Shen Mansion in Baihua Lane, Jinxi Town.
"Young Master, Qian San has sent a letter!"
Xuan Ming retrieved the letter from the carrier pigeon's leg, glanced through it briefly, and then handed it over to Duan Yunfei.
Duan Yunfei took it and examined it carefully, raising an eyebrow.
"A heavenly gift?"
He pondered, "In this world... does such a thing as a heavenly gift really exist?"
Even he, often called a genius, required postnatal learning to understand things, the only advantage being that he learned faster than others.
"Crazy for over a decade?"
Xuan Ying leaned over, and halfway through reading, couldn't help but exclaim, "Really?"
While Shen Qinglan appeared a little dazed superficially, she was by no means foolish.
