Su Mu took out the letter, the traces of ink were strong and vigorous.
"Hero Li has exacted bloody vengeance, a kindness to my brothers akin to remaking us; for this, I, Li Yan, am ready to serve like a loyal hound or horse... Having long heard of your famed 'Unparalleled Boxing and Stick Skills', and knowing how rare Seventh-Grade Staff Techniques are, but as the saying goes, spear and staff have much in common... I, Li, am dull-witted; the Li Family's ancestral spear technique, kept in my hands, is but a pearl covered in dust. Only by gifting it to my benefactor do I honor my ancestors' creation. May your martial destiny shine like a rainbow, and may I salute you again one day in Jianghu... Handwritten by Li Yan."
Glancing over it, Su Mu's eyes flashed—he suddenly understood why, in martial arts novels of his previous life, great heroes so cherished chivalry and justice. To be admired and respected was a tremendous spiritual fulfillment.
