There was even the refined elegance of floating cups along a winding stream? That made him all the more impressive.
Starting with the three essentials of time, place, and people, he built things up step by step until the needle hidden in the cotton finally emerged. The Harbinger's move was truly not bad.
Yet just as his momentum peaked, he casually yielded the right to write, inviting an intruder of unclear intentions to show his hand. Such breadth of mind elevated his image yet again.
Of course, this did not mean he bore any goodwill.
Everyone was busy. Who had time to build rapport here? He was truly putting the columnist over the fire to roast—
After seeing what I wrote, do you really feel nothing?
Do you still completely believe Selvis?
And believing or not was one thing; what were you going to do to make the remaining two judge whether you believed it or not?
It was all a test, and the kind where a single misstep would bring severe consequences.
"I'll make a fool of myself."
Unfortunately, when it came to withstanding pressure, Professor Fu had never been inferior to anyone.
Without even glancing at the attending physician, he naturally raised a hand and accepted the pen adorned from tip to end with a thread of gold.
[Judgment will arrive in six days]
Then, without the slightest hesitation, he scribbled a line into the notebook.
When it came to composing poetry and prose, the key was to never rest until one's words shocked the world.
Lord Harbinger was still too young, after all. He had no idea what kind of person he had handed that pen to that day.
For ten whole seconds after Fu Qian put pen to paper, the office contained nothing