Zhou Li walked out of the observatory with a letter in hand.
The letter contained only about two hundred characters. The handwriting was sloppy, expressing the elder of the observatory's greetings to Miss Zheng, whom he had not seen for a long time, and detailing Zhou Li's task of borrowing books. At the end, the Temple master's seal was stamped.
In this age, that someone still preserved such a form of communication made Zhou Li feel disoriented for a moment.
Quite fascinating.
Behind him, the elder of the observatory advised, "Don't dally on the way. Hurry up; it's going to rain. It's best to come back before dark so you can spend the night in the observatory."
Zhou Li turned and expressed his thanks.
He took out his cell phone and looked up the village called Yin Yang Temple.
It was now nearly two o'clock in the afternoon.
