"Fat Fish?"
At the instant he saw this term.
Xu Yun's heart suddenly skipped a beat.
Although the term doesn't sound very pleasant, a bit silly even.
But across Xu Yun's social circle, there is only one person who would call him that.
And that is...
Isaac Newton, Little Niu.
But...
How did Little Niu's letter end up in his hands?
According to the previous hints from the Halo, wasn't the timeline within the dungeon supposed to be stagnant?
Thinking of this.
Xu Yun couldn't help but take a deep breath, braced himself, and continued reading.
"Mr. Feiyu, open personally:"
"Mr. Feiyu, it's been a full five years since you suddenly disappeared, Uncle William, aunt, and Lilani still miss you dearly."
"At that time, you left only a letter at the stall telling you met your family near the Grantham District, and then left without even paying for the meal."
