"To the most filial, kindest, dearest, most beautiful, and best disciple, Wen Qingxuan. From your unscrupulous teacher and Great Spiritual Mountain Apostate, Ye Kong. Seeing these words is as good as seeing me..."
The handwriting on the first line of the letter was exquisitely elegant, yet carried a touch of wild flourish. Just looking at it, one could imagine its author to be a high-spirited, narcissistic young woman, perhaps with a little resentment mixed in.
Ye Kong compared it to his own handwriting and felt ashamed of his inferiority. As for the contents...
His little disciple's narcissistic tendencies were hardly worth mentioning. Calling him an unscrupulous teacher was not unfair either. Only "Spiritual Mountain Apostate" needed correcting. He would have to tell her to change that later.
What a joke. If her master was a Spiritual Mountain Apostate, then wasn't she the unfilial disciple of a Spiritual Mountain Apostate? How was that any different from insulting herself?
Still, this was nothing unusual. Little Wen's brain had never been particularly quick, so he continued reading.
"Nearly two years have passed since we parted on the Spiritual Road. I heard that you have been thriving among the Heaven-Reaching Ape Tribe by deceiving the vast numbers of simple, kindhearted Spirit Beasts, and by stealing the heart of the Nine-Colored Peacock Tribe's Little Princess. You have won the love and support of Spirit Beasts from all sides. Upon hearing this, your disciple felt both disdain and delight.
"Your disciple once secretly sighed:
"A person as shameless, black-hearted, and outwardly kind as my teacher is truly an unprecedented genius. Even if expelled from his sect, he could still enjoy riches and glory for a lifetime. There is no need for anyone else to worry about him."
As he read on, the smile on Ye Kong's