"Let me show you what true calligraphy is!"
Wang Xizhi laughed heartily, holding a brush in his right hand, and with a flick towards the starry sky, in an instant, ten miles away in the Starfield, literary energy surged, forming a deep pool.
The water in the pool was literary energy, talent, and the lingering fragrance of ink.
"What's he doing?"
This strange action left everyone present bewildered and puzzled.
"Flamboyant!"
"All show, no substance!"
Shu Zhibi sneered coldly, full of disdain in his eyes.
Wang Xizhi paid no attention and walked step by step towards the pool. With each step, the literary energy around him grew stronger, like the rising sun, becoming increasingly dazzling.
When he stepped onto the pool, the surging literary energy from his body had already overshadowed the Literary Realm.
Under the gaze of the crowd, he dipped his brush into the pool.
Then, he began to write.
With the first stroke!
