Pang Long's courtyard.
As soon as Li Xian stepped through the door, he saw Pang Long hunched over writing, felt his eyes blur, rubbed them, and opened them again, only to find the same scene.
"Commander Pang, are you in high spirits today?"
Li Xian joked.
Pang Long came to his senses, noticed Li Xian's arrival, laughed heartily, and beckoned him over.
"Li Xian, come quickly and help me check how this notice looks."
The notice had robust, wild handwriting, with few techniques in the strokes, lacking elegance, straightforward without subtlety. The writing reflected the person, quite matching Pang Long.
Li Xian evaluated it briefly and was taken aback.
The handwriting was plain, but it contained martial arts mastery. The strokes seemed to blend several martial arts forms.
Pang Long was intentionally showing off.
After examining the notice content, Li Xian curiously asked, "Are we recruiting new Nursing Home members?"
