In the days that followed, Chen Qing's life returned to its usual rhythm. He became a recluse, focusing his mind on Cultivation.
A few days later, a disciple from the Flying Book Pavilion delivered a reply to Chen Qing's small courtyard.
Chen Qing took the thin piece of stationery. It felt light in his hand. He quickly opened it, only to find a single, large word on the pristine white paper: Received.
The handwriting was identical to the note Li Baichuan had left before.
"Just the single word, 'Received'?" Chen Qing's brow furrowed.
It was certain that Li Baichuan had received the Nine Revolutions Rejuvenation Pill and his letter inquiring about the origins of the True Martial Seal.
But his response to it all was just this one, lonely word.
No explanation, no hint, and certainly no answer to any of the questions in his heart.
