"After you finish reading the letter, leave it alone, it will self-destruct.
Additionally, I have also sealed the final stage of the Meditation Technique, and now is not the time for you to view it."
Ron gazed at the letter in his hand, which shimmered with a faint silver light, and fell into deep thought.
The letter's content seemed simple, yet it stirred countless questions in his mind.
"Is Lady Allen leaving the Black Mist Jungle?"
Ever since stepping into this fog-shrouded peculiar place, Lady Allen seemed to have always been a part of that herb store, inseparably intertwined.
That dim shop filled with the scent of herbs was like an extension of the old woman's body, and she was the soul of the shop.
"From the time I entered the Black Mist Jungle until now, it seems no one has ever mentioned her leaving the shop..."
Ron furrowed his brows, contemplating various possibilities.
