"Dear friend, to see this letter is like seeing me—
"If no one's around, you can keep reading.
"Damn Jia Fugui! Where the hell did you go for your advanced studies? How come once you left, you never came back—gone without a trace?
"Dodging debts or avoiding disaster, you ought to give us some explanation, right?
"Don't tell me you turned into a ghost cultivator?
"Then at least send us a dream, damn it. Whether you're a cow or a horse in this life, say the word—would Brother Tiezhu not keep you fed?
"I won't waste breath on you. Reply as soon as you see this. A good man can't fight a crowd with their mouths; I can't outcurse them all by myself.
"I'm lonely as hell.
"—Zhao Tiezhu."
Chen Suan received this letter in the Great Void Pavilion, but he had no way to reply.
He was now a prisoner within the Great Void Pavilion. Not only was his Dao body imprisoned, but he had also been barred from using every function related to the Great Void Illusion Realm. The Dao Evolution Platform, the Sword Discussion Platform, Primordial Space—he could only look at them.
He could still receive letters, since the Great Void Pavilion and the Great Void Illusion Realm were intimately connected to begin with. But that was no damn comfort—Central Heavenly Prison inmates could receive letters too! They could even send them!
The prison room could not be called terrible, but it was absolutely unrelated to the word "good."
It was merely an ordinary quiet room in the Great Void Pavilion. Yet bolstered by the mighty power of the Great Void Dao Lord, it was no ordinary room.
What made it extraordinary was this—unless someone of Transcendence acted, not a single person in all the world could