To my child,

the guard laughed at me and called me a 'sweet, naive child' today when I complained about the cultivation technique. He isn't wrong.

I was naive to think any of my letters would end up anywhere except the fire pit. Just thinking back and remembering all of those wrong assumptions makes me feel inadequate.

That's a new word I learned. Inadequate. It sounds nicer than calling myself an idiot.

Then again, how was I supposed to know you wouldn't grow up in this house until you were old enough to go to the outer sect? Everyone said so.

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But even I can figure out why so much information is missing. I've had a lot of time to think.

They figured out I could cultivate somehow because I was to be sold, but who would bother checking all the poor children for cultivation talent? Better give us an extremely basic technique to try. Then lure those with talent into the sects, clans and noble houses using better techniques and resources.

Which child with access to a technique wouldn't want to try cultivating and becoming a great hero flying from the mountain tops?

It might not be all there is to it, I might be painfully inadequate, I may be just a commoner girl that hasn't even reached the age of marriage yet, but I refuse to believe that I'll always be this clueless.

If we ever meet I don't want to make you feel ashamed of having been born to someone like me.

In love,

your mother