A letter flew in from outside the Demon Palace,
landing amid the vast expanse of Molten Gold Vines.
"Zhou Sanyan, Senior Brother Zhou, it has indeed been a long time since we last met."
Jiang Ding saw the aura and the words on the envelope and couldn't help but show a wistful expression, recalling the scene from over fifty years ago when he first joined the Qiyu Sect.
Back then, their relationship as sect brothers was purely one of calculation and interest, a basic and fragile bond.
Fortunately, no matter how fragile, it ultimately did not break.
Over the years, their association had been passable, with some feelings of camaraderie forming.
He opened it.
"Junior Brother, seeing this letter is as good as seeing you. How have you been these years? Has your cultivation base improved significantly..."
