Jiang State Capital, Meng Manor.
"Eh?" Liu Qiyue—who came out of the chamber—looked at the distant study in surprise. The white-haired Meng Chuan was sitting there, writing something.
He seems to be writing letters? Ah Chuan rarely writes letters. Liu Qiyue was somewhat puzzled. Meng Chuan's mind covered the entire Archean Eon Realm. If there was anything, he could just send a voice transmission. With his status, it was very rare for him to write letters personally.
Liu Qiyue walked over.
Meng Chuan finished writing a letter with a brush in hand. With a wave of his hand, 62 letters appeared beside him. The same words appeared on every letter.
"Ah Chuan, 63 letters?" Liu Qiyue walked into the study. "Are you sending them to all the Supremacies in Archean Eon Realm?"
Meng Chuan nodded. "Yes."
