The Word Decides the Universe

"Of course! Of course! More than convenient!"

Xiao Yansong jolted at the words and hurriedly replied, so flustered that his speech was nearly incoherent.

Yet seeing him this rattled, everyone present felt that it was perfectly normal.

Even Xiao Nanqing, Xiao Yansong's daughter, did not find anything wrong with her usually dignified father acting this way.

Earlier, she herself had been far more flustered than Xiao Yansong. Even now, her head still felt somewhat foggy.

The only one to blame was Zhou Yu for hiding himself too deeply. Though she had indeed never asked, who in their right mind would have imagined that their own silly dog had such an incredible friend?!

Thus, when the truth came out, it was no longer a pleasant surprise—it was a fright.

Before long, the group arrived at the study.

Zhao Cheng did not stand on ceremony. He directly took out the finest paper in the study. The moment he saw Zhao Cheng taking the paper, Han Buyi had already guessed what he intended to do. Such things were not uncommon in the art of feng shui.

But for Zhao Cheng to use such a method to break the dangerous configuration here was rather mystical indeed.

Thus, Han Buyi immediately began looking forward to it.

After all, he knew just how vicious the situation here was.

So while Zhao Cheng fetched the paper, Han Buyi went straight to grind the ink. The ink he ground had no scent at all, seeming no different from clear water when smelled, yet its color was incomparably rich and dense.

This was truly fine ink!

Then Zhao Cheng lifted his brush and wrote a single bold character on the paper, vigorous as a dragon: "Suppress."

Many people practiced calligraphy and liked to use traditional characters to display refinement,