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It took Mo Wen an entire hour to barely finish reading the letter. Of course, a considerable amount of that time was spent in thought, but primarily, the letter was indeed very long. The beginning of the letter was relatively normal, introducing the Sect, but as he progressed, the tone shifted dramatically, resembling the stone tablet at the entrance. After rolling up the letter and placing it back where he found it, Mo Wen learned a great deal about the Tai Chi Xuantian Sect from its contents. According to the oral traditions passed down by past Sect Masters, the history of the Tai Chi Xuantian Sect was indeed very ancient. It was said that the founding ancestor belonged to an era long before his own, possibly even two eras ago. To Mo Wen's era, that previous age was considered ancient or even primordial, which made him involuntarily gasp in surprise.
The Former Sect Master had been quite thoughtful, addressing all potential questions Mo Wen might have while reading. The latter half of the letter resembled a tale, detailing how he inherited the legacy of the Tai Chi Xuantian Sect and expressing his feelings of loneliness and excellence. Ultimately, it concluded with a message that someone as outstanding as him should not languish in this cave waiting for death; the outside world was vibrant and full of beautiful women—he needed to venture out. Following the tradition of past Sect Masters, he wrote a letter before departing. This seemed quite normal for a sect like Tai Chi Xuantian Sect; it was how he inherited his position, just as the Former Sect Master had done. This meant that someone like Mo Wen, who had never met a Former Sect Master, was not uncommon in the history of this Du Miao Sect. When a millennium passed without finding a successor, they would leave a farewell letter in this courtyard and depart gracefully. Each Sect Master reasonably entrusted the task of expanding and strengthening the Sect to their successor. However, this current Sect Master was more ruthless; he warned his inheritor that if they failed to promote and strengthen the Sect, he would haunt them even in death. Of course, Mo Wen was not afraid of such an ineffectual threat; he did not believe in ghosts or gods.
He glanced at the two scrolls on the table that had yet to be touched. These should be the secret texts mentioned in the letter. The letter did not provide much information about them; it merely stated that these two texts were incredibly profound but had extremely demanding cultivation requirements. As for how profound they were, it left only one sentence: "It can only be understood through experience and cannot be conveyed in words."
Looking at the two scrolls on the table, Mo Wen felt curious. He did not know what Realm the Former Sect Master had achieved, but based on what was described in the letter, it likely surpassed Old Lu's abilities. For someone of such a high Realm to feel that their insights could only be grasped through experience must indicate an extraordinary level of profundity. Although curious, Mo Wen did not rush to look at them; he needed to adjust his state first. After enduring prolonged exhaustion outside and having replenished somewhat yesterday, he still had a long way to go before fully recovering. Completing his recovery to maintain his best state before studying Kung Fu or practicing was a habit instilled in him by Old Lu, and he believed this approach would benefit his cultivation as it demonstrated his commitment.
He looked at the Pillow before him; although it wasn't mentioned in the letter, even that brother who cherished worldly pleasures had remained here for so many years without decay—it was indeed precious.
Sitting cross-legged on the Pillow, he reflected on his gains from his journey. He had entered Bei Yin Mountain precisely for greater rewards; after assessing everything he had gathered thus far, he felt quite satisfied with his first objective of this trip.
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