"Sir, you really could have just told me. I would have delivered the message for you."
Su Qing said with a sigh of resignation. His Soul Cultivation was still intact.
Remembering a few words would have been no trouble at all.
But instead, the old man had gone and bought paper, a brush, and ink for Su Qing to write with.
'Aren't there any scholars in this town?'
Su Qing fell silent.
"Sigh, I don't know either."
"The scholar from the Zhang Family and the one from the Li Family both went to the city."
"I don't know what's been going on this year, but they all want to get out."
Su Qing had no idea what was going on either.
But since the items had already been purchased...
'What else can I do?'
He could only pick up the paper and brush and begin grinding the ink.
"Go ahead, sir. I'll write as you speak."
"Wonderful," the old man said happily.
"..."
...
After writing the letter, Su Qing said his goodbyes.
