Li Piaoqing lifted the cover and saw the Sword's Principle book that the young man had casually tossed in. Under her touch, the book had wrinkled the sheet of paper just sent to her.
Apologetically opening her mouth, she took out both items. She smoothed out the small note, carefully tucking it into the book. During the process, something slipped out from the cloth bag on her lap; a folded paper slid out onto the ground.
She glanced at it, first closing and putting the book back into the cloth bag before bending down to pick it up and unfold it to see what it was.
She stopped abruptly halfway through unfolding it.
The texture and color of this paper were identical to the small note from before.
Upon inspection, the ink marks on the back could already faintly be seen. Unlike the concise note, this piece of paper didn't contain just one or two lines, but rather a rather long passage of text.
This was not a note; it was a letter.
