White Snow immediately vowed, "Come on, Master, it's only a bit of writing. I'm a master calligrapher!"
Ye Han scoffed. "A master calligrapher without even paper or a brush?"
As he spoke, Ye Han slapped his Storage Bag, and paper, brushes, and ink flew out. He was rather curious: would White Snow hold the brush in his claws to write, or grip it in his mouth?
To his surprise, White Snow muttered an incantation and released a strange trace of spell power. It resembled neither demonic energy nor ordinary spell power, making Ye Han's heart stir. White Snow really was no ordinary creature.
White Snow's strange spell power swept up the sheets of paper and carried them toward the Heavenly Treasures. Then he exhaled another breath of spell power, directing the brush to write on the paper. His handwriting was indeed excellent, no worse than that of some master calligraphers in the mortal world...
Although Ye Han had studied letters under Teacher Lan Qing for quite a long time, he had been too poor to afford brushes and ink, so his handwriting was only average.
More importantly, White Snow could actually control his spell power to wield a brush and write. That surprised Ye Han greatly. Though he was only a second-rank Demon Beast, his exquisite control over demonic energy and spell power was astonishing. What ordinary Demon Beast possessed such refined control?
Still, it was clear that White Snow was deliberately showing off. His strokes danced like dragons and soared like phoenixes; without looking closely, it was hard to tell what the characters even were.
Ye Han could not help saying, "Stop scribbling. If I can't read it, you'll have to rewrite everything!"
Hearing this, White Snow replied, "Yes, Master! I'll write properly!" Only then did he grow serious,