"Wang Qi, at Teacher Feng's behest, I have come to deliver a family letter."
As he said this, Wang Qi was actually a little uneasy. The Myriad Immortal Illusion Realm now covered all of Shenzhou, its signal far better than the mobile networks of the 2020s in the twenty-first century, and it was free to boot. Whether sending letters through the Illusion Realm or meeting directly within it, either was exceedingly simple for cultivators. A family letter? Were there still cultivators this nostalgic?
Wang Qi had already prepared himself for the other party's disbelief, ready to explain at length. Unexpectedly, the man's eyes lit up, and he became respectful toward Wang Qi. "Teacher Feng? Oh, you're delivering a family letter for the old master! So you're one of the Myriad Dharma Sect's outstanding disciples. My apologies, my apologies!"
Wang Qi's usual clothes had been ruined in battle, so he had changed back into his original clothing while traveling. But now that he was visiting an immortal cultivation family, he had deliberately changed into a somewhat ostentatious formal outfit, lest he be mistaken for a swindler and driven away.
The servant invited Wang Qi to wait in the gatehouse, then hurried into the residence to report. Before long, a middle-aged man came out to greet him. "Little brother, are you the one delivering a family letter on behalf of my ancestor?"
The man possessed an elegant, scholarly air, yet the aura of his magical power was intricate and profound. Simply sensing it gave one a feeling of endless complexity, as though there were no way to "solve" it. He was definitely an expert of the Myriad Dharma Sect, and at a level far beyond Su Junyu's—at least Golden Core, perhaps even Primordial Spirit. His features bore a faint resemblance to Feng