With all eyes on him, Zhao Yuan's brush, fully loaded with Ink, touched down on the pristine white paper.
His brush moved like a swimming dragon, his posture the very picture of elegance.
GASP!
A series of sharp gasps escaped from Yan Heyun and the few others standing closest to Zhao Yuan.
They could clearly see every character Zhao Yuan wrote. Each one was a true combination of elegance, freshness, magnificence, and subtlety! They were, without a doubt, masterfully written characters, captivating and uplifting the spirit of anyone who laid eyes on them!
And most importantly, what Zhao Yuan was writing was also the Preface to the Orchid Pavilion Collection. And every single character was an exact match for the artistic treasure they had seen before!
"My heavens!"
"He really did write that last piece!"
