"Junior Brother Yunfan,
To see these words is to see my face. Last night, while observing the stars, I saw the Wei Su constellation setting in the west. I suspect that Master is facing an obstacle in Qingzhou, one he cannot escape. He will surely need some help.
The Daqian have now conquered the Seven States of Yanbei. The Nine Radiance Sect only protects its own gates, while the Great Zhou Government Office turns a blind eye, caught up in its own power struggles.
I am not going for the sake of the common good. I am going only to fulfill a personal duty. Without Master, I, a beggar boy on a snowy night forty-five years ago, would have long since become food for wild dogs. Without him pouring his heart and soul into reforging my body, how could there be a Fu Jin in this world?"
A damp mark suddenly bloomed on the paper, as if the writer had paused there.
