Day and night rotated, time flew by, and letters from Shalin were sent to various parts of the Main Continent.
Jialan City.
Inside a luxurious Noble mansion.
"Tap, tap, tap..."
The sound of footsteps echoed as Cathy, one of the two students Richard had once taught, hurriedly ran down the corridor holding a letter, heading towards a room.
"Harry, Harry, bro..." Cathy called out as she ran.
"Bang!"
Cathy pushed the door open and upon seeing the scene in the room, paused slightly.
She saw that the room was filled with numerous scrolls and books, and the floor was scattered with draft papers scribbled with illegible words, with phrases like "Which is more real, thinking or this world," "Maybe I exist within a dream," and "What is the truth of the world" barely discernible.
