The handwriting is so uniquely ugly - no one else could have come up with it.
Exceptionally high anti-counterfeit feature.
He indeed came here.
For some reason, when Su He's gaze fell upon the drumhead made of cowhide, he felt a chill in his heart, as if a small knife was peeling off his skin.
Way too creepy!
Su He turned his head around to survey the grass hut; the furnishings inside were extremely simple – just one table, one chair, and a big bed.
On the bed, a pair of mandarin duck pillows under a canopy of blue gauze.
A letter had fallen between the two pillows.
Su He stepped forward to pick it up. He didn't know what material the letter was made of – tough yet soft, with a faint trace of the Power of Time ensuring the letter wouldn't decay for billions of years.
He unfolded the letter and several lines of playful words caught his eye.
"Heehee, you're here~ Little clan Disciple, guess who I am~"
