"This... this..." Xinxin said in shock as he picked up the manuscript, looking at it over and over again until he was certain the handwriting was identical to Li Dai's! Well, of course, that didn't mean the content was identical, but rather the script itself. Anyone could easily tell they were written in the same style.
Shock gave way to joy, and Xinxin grinned broadly, saying, "That's wonderful, Fellow Daoist Li! I want to ask you to take me away from here, but I didn't know what I could possibly offer in return. Now, this manuscript is yours." He scratched his head sheepishly, his face flushing a bit as he added, "You probably don't know this, but I am utterly broke. Because I was born with the worst of luck, whatever gains I made on my past expeditions always slipped right through my fingers. If I hadn't learned to brew some basic pills to earn a few spirit stones, my cultivation would have stalled long ago and I would have perished. Oh—well, things aren't much better now. If I still can't break through, I'm going to die anyway. So those spiritual plants are of immense importance to me, and I can't give them to you. But I want to leave this place, and I can't accept your help for free. Now that I see you can write characters like these, this manuscript is truly a perfect fit for you. Keeping it would just be a waste in my hands."
Li Dai was dumbfounded.
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