To my child,

reading my own admittedly somewhat chaotic letter from last night again I noticed the obvious.

It's a public technique, one meant to be public, just like the regular soldiers' military martial art and basic body tempering technique. The sects and lords want people to practice it.

But, you know? Every powerful cultivator belongs to a fraction. And anyone capable enough to become powerful must notice the obvious holes that won't ruin the technique but make it cumbersome. If even an ordinary girl from a small village like me noticed the things they left out then this is probably common knowledge for a lot of educated people and city folk.

And correct me if I'm wrong, but...maybe this is like the reading class the magistrate offers to children every ten days. If someone shows talent they'll be recruited and even though that is indeed an honor and great luck it is probably done on purpose. Well, not probably. I'm sure it is on purpose.

Is this even still a letter to you? I don't know what to write to you anymore. It isn't like anything is happening in my life.

I am wondering why I am learning this still. If they wanted to send me to the main clan at the sect like you I likely wouldn't be here. I can't figure it out.

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In love,

your mother