"This guy... looks so familiar. Have we met somewhere before?"
"I don't remember. I don't feel any familiarity..." Little Shen Dragon scratched his head. "What acquaintance could the Southern Frontier boss have? Could it be some defeated underling? A rather formidable one?"
"Very possible." Liang Qu nodded.
He wagged his tail, squeezed to the front, and continued to spy through the gaps in the wooden window.
What is that person writing?
I changed several windows, and from several angles, I still couldn't see clearly.
The window gaps were too narrow. The person inside was facing the table, back towards Liang Qu, only half of a side face was exposed. His robust body obscured most of the writing.
In the Insect Valley Tower, those indulging in pleasure indulge in pleasure, those training diligently train diligently. When idle, they read miscellaneous books and stories, or gather to play cards. You really don't often see someone writing letters.
