The Door To All Marvels

Collected Letters, Curated by Yuxan the Thief

two ”Mingtian resisted the urge to chuckle as he read over Lily’s scribbled calligraphy, the words caught on the crumples and folds in the paper and catching, in turn, off the dim light in his room. There was something decidedly about the entire thing— a first-step novitiate, daring to think that they could provide for an Immortal Sovereign in their own art. Yet, in turn, it was also… touching, in a way. That she .

He continued to read.

“” true, though it was more a matter of holding himself back from watching over them like some overprotective immaterial ghost— “

” then, there was a streak of ink where Lily’s brush had clearly been knocked aside, disrupting the flow of the letter for a moment. “

” here, for a moment, the flow of her writing was broken, trailing off into something far more contemplative. Far more . “

“.” At that, Mingtian well and truly smiled, leaning back with half a laugh but barely stopped at the edge of burbling out. So she’d done it. He’d wondered, what with how they’d waited for the pill in order to make sure her cultivation base aligned more with the East Saffron standard, but— no. It seemed that enlightenment had not been barred to her after all.

That was good. That was good.

“depth how little she knew. He smiled softly, imagining it— if she thought that was deep, then the secrets of the Heavenly Realm would be mindblowing. He found himself idly wanting to just them to her, if only to see her reaction…

Though, she’d probably not even understand most of them. They were the sort of things that divinities spent eons seeking enlightenment on, so it wasn’t like a mere mortal would ever be able to grasp the true nuance of them.

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sharp

Mingtian put down the letter for a moment, struck with a sudden pang of… nostalgia? Almost, more bitter than, still sweet— homesickness, for a home that’d never really existed. Those were the exact sorts of arguments he used to have with Baixue all the time. She’d always say something along the lines of or …or whatever else she’d say, and he’d argue back that his needles allowed him to focus on weaving grand formations and were plenty good defense in case anyone ever got close enough, and that flying weapons were an unacceptable weakness… He chuckled. Neither of them had really ever been , and both of them had known that. It had just been… their paths, both of them, paths that had taken them to the highest eschalon of existence.

The sword… he’d not seen Lily as a swordswoman, but it’d fit her. The ability to cut through her problems directly be something she’d look on rather favorably, now that he thought about it…

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“real

” and the rest was smudged out by what was clearly a hastily pressed paw. A few lines further, all by its lonesome, a single scrawl of text stood—

He smiled as he folded the letter up and placed it down on his desk.

Happy for her.

………

Somehow, the second letter was written in even better script, which was impressive because Lily was a budding formations master and Avyr didn’t even have hands.

human

refuse—a harsh, bold writing, a reminder of the nature of the beast behind the pen— “

required

change

always

The paper ended there— and unlike Lily, who’d just scrawled over the back of hers regardless of bleedthrough, Avyr had transitioned to a separate page entirely. Again, a soft smile rose to Mingtian’s face. The two of them were silly enough by themselves, yes, but when compared to each other…

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enormity forgotten

you

” a long line had been scratched out— the first of such, unlike Lily’s letter which had included plenty of corrections throughout. It was all the more poignant for it.

“” Frankly, he hadn’t even thought about that, and now he was … but despite it, he held himself back. It would be impolite. “ Amusing, that…

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