The people in the outer circle grew increasingly curious, desperate to know just what character Zhao Yuan had written.
Unfortunately, they couldn't squeeze their way in and could only see the heads of the people in front of them. It made them lament all over again. 'Why didn't I just run a little faster to get a good spot?'
Zhao Yuan deactivated his Thought Borrowing Technique. He turned to look at the dumbstruck crowd and smiled faintly. "So? Do you believe me now? That the previous piece was my work? Do you believe now that, despite my age, I can produce fine calligraphy?"
Hearing his words, the crowd snapped out of their shock, and a wave of shame washed over them.
After all, every single one of them had doubted Zhao Yuan just moments before.
For a moment, everyone just looked at each other. Not a single person spoke, and the atmosphere became rather awkward.
The sole exception was Lin Liangzhe. He wasn't the least bit awkward. In fact, he was incredibly smug.
