Ma Guan had reached minor accomplishment in the Way of Calligraphy.
Not only were Mr. Yue Ming shocked and thrilled, even Chen Yi had not expected it.
Though he was indeed confident in the Way of Calligraphy he taught, and believed that students with sufficient comprehension could enter the path of calligraphy if they worked hard enough.
He had never imagined that someone would take that step in the very first lesson.
It was far too outrageous.
So much so that Chen Yi could hardly imagine what a sensation it would cause once word spread.
Forget the future—even at this very moment.
After Ma Guan wrote the character "book," its brilliance faintly emerging, the study hall fell completely silent.
The students sat upright in their seats, but their eyes were all fixed on the sand tray before Ma Guan, on the fluorescence shimmering over that character.
Every one of them looked as though they could not believe it.
Even Ma Guan himself stared blankly at the sand tray, as if he could not believe he had written it.
He murmured, "Th-this... I wrote this?"
Chen Yi looked around, rose, and walked to his side with a smile. "You did indeed write it."
"But if you do not want this to be merely a flash in the pan, recall the state of mind you had just now and write a few more characters."
Ma Guan paused, but instead of immediately following his guidance, he abruptly stood and bowed deeply.
"This student thanks you, sir!"
Chen Yi smiled. This one truly was as straightforward in temperament as he had expected.
Still, he could accept such a grand bow.
"Alright, you have thanked me. Sit down and write a few more characters."
"Yes, sir."
After answering solemnly, Ma Guan sat before the sand