In a quiet room filled with the fragrance of elixirs, a tall and imposing Daoist Soldier walked up to a bronze mirror, straightened his clothes, and then sat solemnly at the desk. He spread out a piece of Jade Paper, picked up a brush, and began writing:
Xiao Yu, my brother:
Recently, I have unexpectedly gained tens of thousands of Heavenly Merits, which is significantly more than many of our fellow disciples. I am troubled by how to spend them...
At this point, the Daoist Soldier suddenly trembled all over, a look of confusion flashing in his eyes. He then skipped over the lengthy section of sarcasm and directly wrote the signature: Wei...
When he wrote the first character of "Wei," it felt as if lightning flashed through his Divine Sense, shattering the illusion covering his Primordial Spirit.
