Chapter 4622 — A Flood of Emotions
The Blossom Guardian · Page 2 of 3
Hong Zhong had deliberately left the room to Wei Zhao to avoid any appearance of impropriety, but from next door he could hear laughter from time to time. Once or twice would have been nothing; the trouble was that the man kept it up for a full half-hour without letup. Even a man of Hong Zhong's vast experience was frightened out of his wits by Wei Zhao, and he could not help frowning and wondering: could someone have laced that letter paper with poison?
Otherwise, how could Wei Zhao—a top-tier prodigy, calm and composed as they came—be giggling to himself without rhyme or reason? Something was definitely wrong!
Wei Zhao grinned like a fool for half an hour, and Hong Zhong sat on pins and needles next door for half an hour, until at last he could bear it no longer and came to knock on the door: "Young Hero Lin! Young Hero Lin!"
"Elder Hong. Is something the matter?" Wei Zhao finally came to open the door after a moment.
"Oh, nothing's the matter with me. I just wanted to ask whether anything was the matter with you." Hong Zhong studied Wei Zhao from head to toe with a strange expression, only to find none of the abnormalities he had imagined. On the contrary, the man looked utterly relaxed, as though a weight that had pressed on his heart for years had been lifted, and he seemed to glow all over.
Hong Zhong was not mistaken. The letter truly had lifted a great burden from Wei Zhao's heart. That everyone in the secular world was safe and sound was, to him, the most important thing of all. And with Lin Dongfang there to save the day, and with everyone being among the rarest experts the secular world had to offer, they could sleep soundly with no worries at all. Even He Dantou had come away with a bloody nose. Naturally, Wei Zhao had nothing to fret about.
"I'm fine." Wei Zhao scratched his head, a little embarrassed, then suddenly asked, "By the way, Elder Hong, how much do you know about this Central Chamber of Commerce? Do you know anything about the letter-delivery service to the secular world that they've launched?"
"Letter delivery to the secular world?" Hong Zhong was taken aback, then said thoughtfully, "I have heard something of it, though I never looked into it closely. Don't tell me this letter of yours came from the secular world?"
"That's right. I bid for it at the auction on Central Island back then—the right to write a letter to friends and family in the secular world. And what I'm holding now is the reply letter sent back from the secular world." Wei Zhao nodded.
"Mm. I wasn't present at that auction myself, but the affair caused quite a stir. They say writing a single letter costs a staggering sum—an outrageously high price." Hong Zhong said.
"The fixed price at the time was a hundred thousand spirit jade." Wei Zhao smiled.
"Oh? That really is a staggering sum. Young Hero Lin, you are indeed a big spender." Hong Zhong could not help exclaiming. A hundred thousand spirit jade was enough to buy the vast majority of the world's rare treasures and heavenly materials; many powerful cultivators would risk their lives and fight to the death for a hundred thousand spirit jade, yet Wei Zhao had spent it merely to write a letter. Such boldness was truly not something ordinary people possessed.
"For someone like me, this one letter is far more precious than any rare treasure. Never mind a hundred thousand spirit jade—even two or three hundred thousand, I would find a way to buy it." Wei Zhao paused, then asked, "This letter-delivery service to the secular world offered by the Central Chamber of Commerce—I haven't heard a word about it since that auction on Central Island. Elder Hong, you have wide connections. Could you ask around on my behalf and find out whether the service is still running, and whether I can still send a reply to the secular world?"