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"Disciple Wen Xu."

"Eh?" The Tower Spirit blinked. "Weren't you called Wen Bu Jing? Why did you change your name again?" This young disciple was rather slippery.

"Bu Jing is my courtesy name. Wen Xu is my given name."

"Well, you sound quite well-read. Could you help me write a letter of congratulations? Don't worry, I won't make you work for nothing." The Radiant Dawn Tower Secret Realm had existed for a very long time. Over the years, countless rare treasures had accumulated inside it. Small as the Tower Spirit was, he was exceedingly wealthy. Whenever he appeared, whatever slipped through his fingers was enough to send the entire Cultivation Realm scrambling for it.

"It would be this disciple's good fortune to help you, Senior."

What a way with words. The Tower Spirit was immediately delighted, and his tone grew much warmer. "In that case, you..."

Wen Xu had never expected his dozen-odd years of study to prove useful like this. The Tower Spirit's request was not difficult, either. It was far easier than writing policy essays to flatter an emperor. After all, Divine Venerable Jun Zhaoying truly deserved such splendid praise.

"Little Wen Xu, your handwriting is beautiful too. Unlike your master's. Jun took one look at his writing and hated it."

The Tower Spirit carefully folded the congratulatory letter, then reached out and patted Little Wen Xu's shoulder. "Don't worry, I won't put you in a difficult spot. I'll write to your master too~"

Wen Xu: ...I'm guessing His Majesty the Tower Spirit has completely forgotten Mist Mountain God Venerable.

"This disciple doesn't need to..."

"Of course you don't. For him, I can just..." Dash off a couple of lines and call it done.

The Tower Spirit hummed an unfamiliar tune under his breath. "We get along well