Yu Xuan found the habit of collecting letters a little odd, but it wasn't his place to judge.
In this modern era of cultivation, where communication talismans could send voice messages, text, or even real-time projections, handwritten letters were nearly obsolete.
They existed more as a formality, often used by scholars on the literary path or eccentric cultivators with a passion for calligraphy.
Still, if someone found happiness in preserving letters tied to their memories, who was he to mock that?
If helping Ban express his feelings brought joy, or even healed a broken connection — then maybe it would bring him some good karma too.
Besides, today Yu Xuan wasn't just a cultivator.
Today, he was a matchmaker.
That meant it was time to refine the poetry skills he'd once learned in his clan… and maybe even carried over some from his past life.
