"To Master Zhu Shijun, from your disciple, Zhao Lin. It has been several months since our parting, and I miss you dearly..."
Zhao Lin spread out a sheet of paper, saturated his brush with ink, and began writing a letter to his master, Zhu Huaishan.
This world was a spiritual successor to the Huaxia civilization of his past life, and it placed the same importance on respecting one's master and their teachings.
Zhu Huaishan was the one who had guided him onto the martial path and had always looked out for him in every way.
With his master's birthday fast approaching, he decided to write a letter to send his regards.
Zhao Lin's calligraphy wasn't very good, but since this was a letter to his master, he couldn't very well ask someone to write it for him. He first composed a draft in his mind, then carefully wrote it out, stroke by meticulous stroke.
He wrote about his time and experiences at the Wuxiang Institute, as well as his progress in the martial arts.
