"Nine-Colored Spirit Ink, I've done right by you, old man."
Xiaoyaozi's inner voice came from Zhou You himself. He had poured immense effort into his third son.
Little Zhou Ding seemed to sense a familiar aura from the old man before him. He babbled happily, spreading his lotus-root-like arms as he tried to pounce forward.
A single fingertip stilled him in place. The Nine-Colored Spirit Ink surged forth and flowed into his body without the slightest resistance.
Within a few breaths, the first seal script on his chest was completed. It vanished from sight, sinking completely into his body and concealing itself.
Light flickered. Success came right from the start. They said all things were difficult at the beginning—this didn't look difficult at all!
The onlookers were all briefly dazed. It had been far too fast. Many of them had never seen a Body Engraver at work and could not judge its quality, but his movements were effortless and graceful, clearly revealing extraordinary skill.
"How is he even a little faster than our grandaunt?"
A faint voice rose from the crowd, only to be immediately cut off by a harsher voice. "Shut up! In public, you are not allowed to reveal our relationship with Grandaunt."
Both speakers came from aristocratic families. Though theirs were only small or mid-sized clans, they possessed another identity unknown to others: they were descendants of Mo Bugong's family.
The world only knew that Mo Bugong was one of the Four Southern Masters among the Eight Great Masters of Calligraphy and Painting, renowned for painting insects and the sole female painter among them. Only the upper echelons of aristocratic families knew that she was also an exceedingly rare Body Engraver.
Her identity was a mystery. She had never appeared in her true face, and since she