A Magnanimous Luo Chen, the Spendthrift's Fighting Style

Before the writing desk.

Luo Chen lowered his head, holding a Golden Bamboo Brush as he slowly wrote something on Xuan Paper.

This was not his usual practice of copying calligraphy and paintings, but an extremely important letter.

Ever since crossing over, he had naturally understood this world's written language by inheriting all of the previous owner's memories.

But that was all he knew.

When it came to writing, he was merely average.

Under Min Longyu's guidance, he had maintained the habit of copying several works left behind by ancient sages every day.

After some time had passed, his calligraphy was now passable.

However, every time he put brush to paper, he had to deliberate again and again.

Only after a long while did he stop writing.

As he waited for the ink on the letter to dry naturally, Luo Chen conveniently planned what he would do next.

He had to move quickly against the Flame Alliance!

He absolutely could not let them catch their breath.

Only a few days had passed since the Fallen Cloud Sect slaughtered the Flame Alliance, and recovering to a certain level would take at least years of recuperation!

But Luo Chen had no intention of waiting around for one or two years.

He wanted to attack the Flame Alliance in the shortest time possible.

He would give the Flame Alliance neither time to recover nor enough time for its remaining Golden Core Cultivators to heal.

But attacking their doorstep was not that simple.

The Luo Tian Association itself possessed pitifully little strength.

Thus, he had to rely on outside forces.

Luo Chen intended to stir up as much power as he possibly could.

The first such force was the Ice Fortress, with which he shared a deep relationship.

The ink on the letter had