Yu Ke dipped his brush in ink. The ink dripped like night dew onto the pristine white xuan paper, spreading into a patch of black.
He closed his eyes and focused. Xie Guan's memories surged into his mind like a rising tide, and the brush in his hand seemed to merge with his soul, moving without the slightest hitch.
Several years' worth of memories churned in his heart. After a brief pause for thought, he already had a plan.
With a turn of his brush, he drew a long, sweeping line across the paper.
Having just witnessed the strange sight when Xie Guan painted, Li Xiangjun and the others gathered around, holding their breaths.
Zhou Yun'er lowered her head for a closer look. The ink on the white paper rippled like waves, as though it contained endless vitality.
Yu Ke possessed the destiny of Divine Penmanship. Divine intent naturally flowed through his brush and ink, and every stroke seemed to infuse the paper with spiritual energy.
Jia Yu and the other two also stared without blinking. Turbulent waves filled the white paper, and strange looks filled their eyes.
"Young Master Guan's brush truly possesses... divine charm beyond all reckoning!"
Though it was Jia Yu's second time seeing it, disbelief still lingered in his eyes.
Such brushwork, like a miracle from the gods, was truly astonishing.
Yu Ke's hand never stopped.
With several strokes, he painted twisting lines, while surging waves roiled above them.
Zhang Yuanlai had already made out what the scene was.
"This is... the sea?"
Great Qi's territory was vast, and its eastern borders met the sea.
The shores of the East Sea were a famous departure point for voyages overseas. Those who sought immortals in the East Sea set sail from there.
The people of Great Qi