After Mister Mo left, Meng Qingshan opened the envelope and took out the letter inside.
"Cousin, let these words be as though we were meeting face-to-face.
It has been many days since we last met. Have you been well, Cousin?
After you left home, tragedy struck our family. Uncle Kui and Xiaoyao both met with disaster, and my grief was beyond words. Only with Mister Mo's help was I able to bury Uncle Kui beside Father's grave.
My younger sister Mu He happened to return home for a visit, and we heard that many sword sects in Jiangnan and Three Purity Peak were recruiting disciples. With such a calamity having befallen our family, I felt the weight of my responsibility deeply, so I went with her, hoping to master exquisite sword skills and avenge our departed family and friends.
Cousin, the escort agency's signboard has now been broken. There is no longer a Changfeng Escort Agency in this world. Please take care of yourself, and do not risk your life fighting again.
If you grow tired of staying in Jade Mountain City, you can come find me in Yun Dian Prefecture. I have enclosed a map in the envelope.
Also, Cousin, I buried all the Tiger Bone Wine I prepared when you left beneath the osmanthus tree in the back courtyard. Remember to dig it up and drink it!
Written by your younger cousin-Qingzhu!"
After reading the letter, the corners of Meng Qingshan's mouth lifted without his realizing it.
The graceful handwriting on the paper carried a hint of urgency, and between the lines lay her deep concern and longing for him.
This care and hope from family were Meng Qingshan's greatest comfort at that moment. As long as Li Qingzhu was still alive, he was not alone in this