Beneath the Sky Screen.
Look, just look at the contrast.
How had Yan Yang asked for calligraphy? How had Mingyue Wushuang asked for it? And how had Long Tianming asked?
One look at Long Tianming's bearing, and he plummeted in everyone's estimation. At the very least, he had lost points by the bucketful.
Long Tianming's face was dark as well. With the first two setting him off, he looked utterly revolting.
Why? Why had so many cracks appeared in the flawless image he had cultivated the moment Nie Li arrived?
On the Sky Screen.
After obtaining those three characters, Long Tianming got straight to work without another word.
He had indeed sensed a sliver of Dao Thought, and that result still delighted him. It seemed those two were not much better than he was.
But he was puzzled. Although this Dao Thought was certainly powerful, it could not possibly have moved Yan Yang to such an extent. There had to be something else within it. Could his understanding still be too shallow?
Long Tianming immediately chose to delve deeper. In the end, he slammed his fist hard against the table, because he had found no other Dao Thought whatsoever!
Amid his anger, doubts began to rise. The characters were clearly identical in form to those Nie Li had written in that hall, so they were unlikely to be fakes.
The two possibilities left him agonizingly torn: either there was no Dao Thought in this piece of calligraphy at all, or his understanding was still insufficient. He chose to keep looking.
Meanwhile, Heavenly Cloud Venerable had received the calligraphy and begun to study it.
The more he looked, the more astonished he became. Those seemingly simple characters contained an understanding of the great Dao of heaven and earth. This young man