Ma Guan had achieved Minor Success in the Calligraphy Dao.
Not only was Mr. Yue Ming shocked and thrilled, but even Chen Yi himself hadn't expected it.
He was confident in the Calligraphy Dao he taught and believed that talented students could embark upon the path with enough effort.
But he had never imagined that someone would take this step in the very first lesson.
It was simply unbelievable.
Chen Yi could hardly imagine the sensation it would cause once word got out.
Never mind the future—right at this moment, after Ma Guan wrote the character for "Book," which now faintly glowed with splendor, the study hall fell completely silent.
The students sat upright in their seats, their eyes fixed on the sand tray before Ma Guan, staring with utter disbelief at the glow on the character for "Book."
Even Ma Guan himself stared blankly at the sand tray, as if he couldn't believe he had written it.
He murmured, "Did... did I write this?"
