"No, Cyan Dragon, spell it out more clearly, why is it that I can't understand what you're saying?" Ren Feng frowned. "How did I end up hurting others and myself?"
"Forget it, anything I say is useless. See for yourself."
Cyan Dragon directly took a letter from his chest and handed it to Ren Feng.
"I feel like, kid, your brain circuitry is a bit off sometimes. Don't tell me you haven't noticed anything?" Cyan Dragon was still talking on the side, while Ren Feng had already torn open the envelope.
The letter was like those ancient handwritten ones, with an outer wrapping. After he removed the wrapping, the letter itself carried a faint, delicate fragrance.
Inside the envelope there was a single red bean, and on the envelope, in graceful handwriting, a poem was written.
"Red beans grow in the southern land, in spring how many branches will sprout. I hope you gather them in plenty; of all things this is the most longing."
