As the mission drew to a close, Wen Xishu felt the pen in his hand trembling faintly.
Perhaps it did not want to part with the Pen Master, Morson.
Morson smiled and said:
"I'm a little tired. I'll rest for a while. I hope to hear good news from you."
Wen Xishu put away both the pen and the special Invitation Letter. He also received a notification announcing the mission's completion.
Then his consciousness was overtaken by a familiar dizziness.
Morson sat back down, picked up an ordinary pen, and began writing in silence.
The Guiding Grounds.
The three-headed Guide waited respectfully. Black Deception Head said fawningly:
"My lord, you were magnificent! Very few people ever return from Pen Town. Congratulations."
This time, Wen Xishu had officially cleared the sixty-sixth floor.
He said:
"I got lucky. Who would've thought the master of Pen Town came from the same world as me? That's practically wish-fulfillment fiction. Still, perhaps I wasn't searching for the answer. Perhaps the answer was searching for me."
Wen Xishu had not read all of Morson's work, nor did he know exactly what Morson had written. For all he knew, Morson might have been longing to return to his original world, but the person who finally arrived was Wen Xishu, another transmigrator.
In any case, he had obtained an excellent pen.
Wen Xishu said:
"Do you have anything you can give me?"
All three of the Guide's heads immediately looked awkward.
They were no longer responsible for rewards. Truthfully, they did not have much to give Wen Xishu.
Giving him a forced tower exit last time had already been an enormous "contribution."
Wen Xishu did not keep pressuring them. He knew better than to squeeze them too hard.
He merely nodded and prepared to head into