"The girl created her own script? Really?"
Zhan Chi glanced at it a few times before a thought suddenly struck him. "I think so. I've seen the girl write characters with the same kind of strokes."
Zhan Yi and Gu Shuo didn't understand, but seeing how certain the others were, they turned to Dean Chen with agitated expressions. "What's going on?"
"This is indeed the simplified script my young disciple created. She taught it to me, and back then, she even declared she would replace all existing scripts with these simplified characters." Dean Chen had also been extremely shocked when he received the letter.
"What does it say?"
"'To Master. Wait.'"
"Wait? Did the girl really write it?"
'Wait? Wait for what?'
"It's not her handwriting, but the script is hers. I thought about it all night, and I believe there's one possibility." Dean Chen suppressed the excitement welling up inside him.
"What possibility—?" Zhan Chi's eyes widened.
