Luo Yunji and Zhang Xiaofan were cheerfully writing letters home, drawing several of their senior brothers over to watch. They were speechless at the drawings but found the conversation entertaining, occasionally offering suggestions. Seeing this, Little Fatty drew with even greater gusto.
Even Li Qinghe was drawn over. Listening to their conversation, she learned of everyone's hardships and good fortune along the way, and didn't know what to say.
They'd acquired quite a few magical treasures, but they'd also run into no shortage of trouble.
Once He Dazhi had finished recording the cultivation method, he noticed the commotion around Little Fatty and squeezed over. Seeing the lines on the paper, he shook his head with a smile, and an idea struck him: he could draw some pictures to send to Tian Buyi and the others.
Li Qinghe was kept behind. Her aptitude really was poor, but Little Fatty was a good eater, and there were still plenty of private provisions he'd secretly brought along in the Bamboo Bag when they left the mountain.
Never mind anything else. A cup of Monkey Wine every day was enough to make Wu Dayi and the others green with envy! They'd never been treated to anything like that.
After interrogating the thirty or so people they'd captured that day, they finally learned the cause of the crisis.
Fortunately, things weren't as terrifying as He Dazhi had suspected. Sixth Senior Brother had guessed it right.
This calamity had been caused by a high-ranking member of the Blood Refining Hall who had accidentally acquired a mutated Blood Mayfly, then crossed paths with someone from the Myriad Poison Sect. Once the two of them had learned what the mutated Blood Mayfly could do, they'd decided to test it and study its effects. That was what had brought