"Junior brother, seeing this letter is like seeing you."
"After wandering for twenty years without a word from you, I suddenly heard that Master is passing on his legacy again, overwhelmed with joy. I suppose you, junior brother, must have a celestial demeanor, far surpassing your humble brother."
"Born of the same sect, we should not quarrel. However, your humble brother was born from misfortune, faced calamity early on, abandoned at birth, and scorned while growing. I could only gnaw on bones and scramble for scraps to survive, not choosing means to endure."
"Your humble brother is not a tiger, but a leopard."
"Your humble brother bows his head."
"The 32nd year of Jianing, twelfth day of the twelfth month."
Senior brother's handwriting was written in fresh blood, strong and fierce, sharp like a hook.
The blood-stained brush was tossed aside, Chen Ji could imagine the senior brother dipping the brush in human blood while pondering his words.
