The Truth

On the ninety-ninth day of the game, Yimo received a letter from Yun Yi.

It had been brought by a merchant caravan passing through. The envelope was plain and crude, completely unremarkable.

The handwriting inside, however, was small and graceful, quite lovely, with the air of a sheltered young lady.

After reading the letter, Yimo brewed a pot of strong tea and sat in his courtyard, basking in the sun for a long time.

It was already December, but Shuhai City was still warm, its trees casting dappled shadows in a scene full of charm.

The letter read as follows.

"Dear Teacher Saitama,

It has been more than two months since we parted. I wonder if you miss the wife you abandoned?

I'm joking. Please don't take it seriously.

The main purpose of this letter is to repay you for your kindness.

I know how badly you long to return home, and that you cannot. I'm writing to remind you of something.

The way home is very simple. As long as you want to go back, you can.

Mm, that hint should be enough for you, right, Teacher?

Also, I actually don't want you to return home.

I once asked the most skilled diviner to tell your fortune. The result was a great misfortune: nine deaths and no chance of survival.

This is fate, and it cannot be changed.

I'm not joking. You must be careful.

That is all I can say.

Please make your own choice.

When the time comes, our bond as master and disciple will be repaid, and we will owe each other nothing.

Also, if you ever encounter trouble, you can come find me.

But please come under the name of the husband of the Houyun Little Princess, Shiyue Yunmiao, who is in seclusion.

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