An ancient saying goes: Establish the order of the Heavenly Dao and govern the cycles of the sun and moon, and you have a “small world.” Unite a thousand small worlds, and you have a “small chiliocosm”; unite a thousand small chiliocosms, and you have a “middle chiliocosm”; unite a thousand middle chiliocosms, and you have a “great chiliocosm.”
At some point, the mysterious “space-time” quietly enveloped the entire great chiliocosm. No one knew where it came from or where it stood, until… one day, a messenger appeared, gradually lifting the veil of “space-time.”
Beneath space-time are the four great pavilions: the Pavilion of Light, the Pavilion of Darkness, the Pavilion of Souls, and the most mysterious of all… the Pavilion of Letters…
Pavilion of Light: “We handle all the righteous, upright… uh, I mean, bright and just work.”
Pavilion of Darkness: “We'll handle anything the Pavilion of Light can handle, and anything it can't!”
Pavilion of Souls: “The people are yours… their souls are ours…”
Pavilion of Letters: “We just deliver mail. There's really nothing special about us. We just have a tiny bit more skill than everyone else…”
“What! The whole Pavilion of Letters… and I'm the only one here?”
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“Xixi, what does that make us?”
“Hmm… I guess we're an online romance meeting in person!”
“…”
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The author will update it soon. I'm really excited to read it. The subject matter is different from others and it's fresh. It's worth reading.