A long while later, Di Tou let out a long sigh and walked back to the small house he had made for himself. Sitting at the table, Di Tou pulled out the pencil he had gotten from Thousand Li Stroke as well as a small stack of paper and began writing.
It had been a very long time since he had written down something physically. In part because his memory was constantly improving, and adding in the fact that the majority of the books he read were in the form of jade slips he could simply bring around with him, there simply wasn't much need. Once he had gotten the scroll, he wrote even less. But right now, he wanted to scribe down every memory he had.
Bit by bit, Di Tou reviewed the slightly distant memories and chronicled them.
This was all he did for the next week.
