Qi WuHuo raised his brush slightly. Seeing the character, he finally managed, with great difficulty, to write down the [Primordial Scarlet Script] he had "seen" in his heart. But that was all he could do. The young Daoist swayed a little, then braced one hand against the table to steady himself against the fatigue that swept over him as soon as he finished writing. He studied the character; the longer he looked, the more he felt that—
"Just as I thought..."
"Like Yun Qin said, this [character] really is too difficult."
"I still haven't learned it."
"Honestly, there are problems everywhere."
The young Daoist smiled gently at himself. "Compared with the one who first wrote this character, the gap is so huge it makes me want to cry."
"Even though I seem to have written it, the more I look, the more problems I find in the details."
"I wonder how many times I'll have to study it before I can truly master it."
Though he had managed to write such a character, how was it any different from the first character a small child learned to write?
It was crooked and lopsided, and only barely recognizable after a great deal of effort.
"How could I possibly say I've learned it like this?"
"I just wonder who managed to write such perfect [Primordial Scarlet Script]."
"Yun Qin didn't say."
"It must have been an extraordinarily brilliant Daoist elder, someone of astonishing talent. Compared with him, my Primordial Scarlet Script is utterly embarrassing. I just wonder when I'll get to meet an elder like that."
The young Daoist tidied his desk. Only then did he realize that he had been so absorbed in writing the character that he had used up all the white paper he had bought just the day