“Andrew... I'm afraid that's not possible. He's only interested in cultivation matters and never remembers anything related to history. If you want to ask, go find his father, Samuel Thompson. He's a very kind and intelligent old man—he should have the answers you need. If you ever get the chance to meet him, just say that his dearest little daughter sent you, and he'll understand.”

After saying this, Sophia Sullivan's spirit could no longer hold on, and began to disintegrate from the bottom up, turning into fine, imperceptible spiritual dust.

“What a pity, I can only speak with you up to here. Lastly, I have an unreasonable request... Please, could you look after Emily for me?”

Henry Martinez said, “I've signed a master-servant contract with her, so of course I have the duty to look after my mount.”

“I see, then I can rest assured.”

At this moment, more than half of Sophia Sullivan's spirit had already vanished, and the woman finally seemed to let go of all her worries, closing her eyes and waiting for the moment of complete disappearance.

“Ah, I almost forgot.” Sophia Sullivan suddenly opened her eyes. “Senior, could I trouble you to keep today's meeting with me a secret? If Emily finds out, she'll definitely be heartbroken.”

“All right.”

“Also, there are some small things I left for Emily in this room, and some letters exchanged between me and Andrew when we were young... I hope, senior, you could...”

But before she could finish the last word, Sophia Sullivan's spirit silently scattered, turning into countless sparkling specks of dust.

Henry Martinez was left puzzled.

What did she want me to do? Study them carefully? Keep them safe?

But as the saying goes, know yourself and know your enemy, and you will never be defeated. Since Sophia Sullivan mentioned the letters, he decided to read through them before deciding how to handle them.

With this in mind, Henry Martinez began to open the storage chests in the secret room one by one. Most were filled with silver, herbs, and other thoughtful aids for cultivators at the Wind-Rising Realm, but only one small wooden box was packed with letters.

He opened one, and it turned out to be a letter from Sophia Sullivan to Andrew Thompson.

“Andrew, in the years we've been in love, we've talked about everything in our letters. I thought that no couple in the world could be closer than this. But not long ago, I went to Jinyu City and saw a fascinating kind of love letter called 'literary love'...”

...

“So that's what 'literary love' is.”

After reading through the letters between Sophia Sullivan and Andrew Thompson, Henry Martinez felt he'd really learned something new. Back during the great war between immortals and demons, Logan Cooper had once mentioned to him that in Qingzhou, the fashion capital of the Nine Provinces, there was a trendy culture called 'literary love.' But before Logan Cooper could explain the concept in detail, the final battle broke out, and the so-called 'literary love' remained a mystery.

Now, at last, a sword spirit's curiosity was satisfied.

Unfortunately, this still didn't answer Henry Martinez's earlier question—what did Sophia Sullivan want him to do with these letters?

Could it be that the clever woman saw that he wasn't well-versed in social affairs, so she used the letters to explain 'literary love' to him? Never mind, he'll just hand the letters over to Emily Thompson for appraisal when the time comes.

Just as Henry Martinez was about to pack up and leave, he suddenly heard footsteps coming from outside the courtyard, along the vines and flowers of the sword world.

It was the group of servants whose external protective skills he had broken with three sword strikes yesterday: David Thompson, John Thompson, and Matthew Thompson.

The three of them stood at the door, hesitating for a long while before someone finally spoke.

John Thompson said, “Miss, it's us, um, we've come again.”

Matthew Thompson said, “Oh right, Brother Peter was caught copying scripture homework and is being punished by the master to run laps, so he couldn't come. It's definitely not out of disrespect to you, Miss...”

“Shut up, there's no need to mention irrelevant things! Um, Miss, your martial skills have improved a lot recently, and we all admire you, but the relocation is a project already decided by the family. Please don't make things difficult for us—it's best if you pack up and move to the main residence as soon as possible.”

This time, when John Thompson spoke, his momentum was clearly much weaker, obviously still traumatized from before. The two companions beside him didn't even dare to say a word.

Henry Martinez, hearing this below, knew they were looking for Emily Thompson, so he ignored them and began packing the things in the box. However, after a long while, Emily Thompson still hadn't come out to greet the guests, leaving the three servants at the door looking like their bladders were about to burst, awkward to the extreme.

Henry Martinez floated back to the room and saw the young girl had just finished a cycle of internal cultivation and was sleeping soundly.

Floating back to the courtyard gate, the three servants were still standing ramrod straight outside, desperately holding back their discomfort, not daring to breathe loudly, as if they were prepared to wait until the end of time.

Seeing this, Henry Martinez took paper and pen from Emily Thompson's room and wrote: “Emily Thompson is not available to receive guests.” Then, using a shape-manipulating array, he sent it gently out the door.

John Thompson happened to catch the note and was stunned when he read it.

Emily Thompson is not available to receive guests? What the heck is this?!

Beside him, Matthew Thompson breathed a sigh of relief and said, “Miss says she's not available to receive guests, so let's just go.”

“Pah, go my ass! Use your brain—who wrote this note?!”

“Of course Miss wrote it. There's no one else in this courtyard.”

John Thompson sneered, “Would Miss refer to herself in the third person in a note? She's not a five- or six-year-old child!”

“What does 'third person' mean?”