Having drunk just enough to feel a slight buzz, Zhu Minglang collapsed onto the soft, large bed and, using a kind tone, persuaded the geishas who were attending to him to leave. He then found the things that Fan Guangzhong, the old wreck, had left behind.
Since there was still such a long thread to this matter, the items Fan Guangzhong gave him were probably not so simple.
Zhu Minglang found a letter written in sloppy handwriting that described Fan Guangzhong's life—he had not expected the old man to have such a delicate heart and a fondness for diary writing.
The content wasn't too complicated, mostly in line with what the several Sect Masters at the dinner table had discussed.
However, one thing made Zhu Minglang's eyes suddenly light up.
