Dear Brother Jiang Wang, seeing your letter is like seeing you in person:
Why am I speaking so formally?
Because I, Jiang An'an, have completed my foundation and am now a great cultivator in the Wandering Vein Realm!
You can't coax me like I'm a three-year-old anymore.
(A long list of examples omitted.)
Don't think you can just buy me snacks. I'm not a glutton.
If you make me unhappy again next time, hmph. (Here, she drew a little figure puffing out its cheeks.)
(Next to the puffed-up little figure, she drew an adult holding the little one's hand. The adult had no facial features, and the words "disobedient" were written on its forehead.)
Uncle Ye praised me again today! He said I...
Sister Qingyu praised me...
Square-Face Senior praised me...
(A lengthy, somewhat swollen series of boasts omitted.)
Brother, I haven't been slacking off much every day. Senior Wang says I'll be able to fly very soon.
Next time we meet, I'll be the one to take you flying, all right?
P.S.
That black fruit you brought me—where did you buy it?
A friend of mine wants to try some too. They've searched for ages but haven't found any. Write back as soon as you get this. (She drew a little figure running.)
Signed: Little Hero Jiang of the Clouds, Obedient An'an Under the Maple.
When Jiang Wang received this letter, he was already at Xia Mountain Villa in Linzi.
Business at the Great Void Corner Tower had settled down, and it no longer needed him.
With the Yellow River Assembly drawing nearer by the day, it was only right for him to stay in Linzi for the time being.
He'd written very few letters to An'an this year.
Of course, that was mostly because he'd sent so