Bab 340: From Momo, to Momo

Xu Feng's long and rounded fingers unfolded the crumpled letter, ironing it straight with deliberate patience. His gaze shifting from the neat handwriting that adorned the page to the peculiar symbols that decorated the bottom section of paper. 

It was a simple letter, devoid of any pressing information, yet it was the strange characters at the end that held his attention.

As he read through the contents, his expression remained composed, betraying no hint of the curiosity that gnawed at him from within. He was a master at concealing his emotions, his calmness a mask that few could penetrate.

Beside the letter lay another piece of paper, previously folded and neatly stored away, yet still bearing the markings of their meticulous planning.