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====== Drift Bottle Letter ======
These are letters that were received in a daily question on the Xianzhou, which has since been removed from the game.

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==== I ====

Dear friend,

I am writing this letter to ask for your help.

I have no idea where I am now. To make matters worse, I lost my navigation device and communication tool while I was drifting on the sea. This drift bottle carries my last bit of hope, and I wish someone will find it. Fortunately, there are many more bottles like this!

No matter who you are and where you are from, I wish you could inform your local rescue unit about my predicament.

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==== II ====

Dear friend,

I am writing this letter with the hope of getting help and aid still lingering inside me.

I have found some food, clothing, and basic handmade weapons (I used to be a soldier). After building a tent with sharpened wooden stakes, I am no longer as distressed as before. However, I have yet to find my bearings, and the drift bottle is still my only means to get help. Fortunately, there are many other bottles like this one!

No matter who you are and where you are from, I wish you could inform the Pearlkeepers or other Vidyadharas about my predicament.

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==== III ====

Dear friend,

Although I am writing this letter, I no longer have any hope for salvation.

I have started growing Protein Rice on the island and made a wooden pestle, mortar, and sieve to further process said rice. I caught some rabbits and chickens and started rearing them in a coop... It's hard to believe that I am leading a life of financial freedom here (if not having to spend a dime counts). I think of my childhood buddy, Fulie, who must be worried sick about me. I hope he will feel relieved after reading this letter.

I have attached another letter here. Please pass it on to Fulie, who lives in Exalting Sanctum.

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==== IV ====

Dear friend,

I remember saying that I have given up on getting help. (I'm writing again in case you missed the previous letter.)

A starskiff broke down nearby, and a castaway drifted to my island. He has lost his memory, and all I know is that the day I found him was the 3rd of July, a Saturday. So, I called him "Saturday." Unlike me, he is eager to return to civilization. I hate to see people suffering. I hope you, as someone suffering in civilization, could talk Saturday out of going back.

I've already made a draft. Please help me revise it and then throw it back into the sea.

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==== V ====

Dear friend,

Hey, you couldn't wait to hear from me, huh?

Stories about hermit cultivators have been around since ancient times on the Xianzhou. You might not know it, but Saturday and I have been living the life of a hermit — waking up to work at sunrise and resting at sunset — which spares us from neck and back pain. I named this island "Paradise," and I am its owner. I am now free from the troubles and noise of the outside world, and I have achieved true unity with nature. Isn't that what all of us are striving for in our lives?

I'm not writing this to ask for help, but to show off. There's a chance you might find more letters like this because I throw a lot of them in the sea!

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==== VI ====

My dear friend,

This is the last time I'm writing a letter as a refugee.

Saturday and I are tired of being hermits, and it's time for a big change. We've decided to reach for the stars!

We're not just going to take the starskiff and go on a trip, because no one wants to read boring stories about that. We crafted a hot-air space balloon powered by the currents in space, and it will only take ninety days to visit every major Xianzhou.

So, my friend, this is farewell, because I am setting off tonight. Please do not worry about me, fro I have courage and oars of wisdom.