"Who says it isn't? This damn kid is so big now, yet he still can't give us parents a moment's peace. What kind of mess is this... Oh, wait, Little Chen, take a look at this. It's what our little rascal left behind before he left..." As she spoke, Aunt Wang Ying took out something wrapped in a brocade cloth from her handbag.
Chen Fei took the item, unfolded it, and saw that the cloth concealed an ancient-looking, mottled piece of Yellow Paper. At the very center of the page were two or three lines of crooked handwriting.
The gist of the letter was that Slickhead had, by a stroke of luck, gained the favor of a reclusive master and had been taken far from the Jiangnan area to pursue cultivation in seclusion. He told his parents not to worry, that he would call home to check in every month, and that he would come back to see them whenever he had the chance. He urged them not to miss or worry about him.
This guy... Wait, what is this!?
