The two characters "Ethereal" were written with an antique elegance, their flowing charm brimming to the full. Zhang Xiaohua had completed them in one smooth stroke, leaving the onlookers stunned. Mr. Liu, hearing the noisy clamor outside suddenly fall into an uncanny silence, stepped out of the hall as well. When he saw the two characters on the bluestone slab, he said nothing, only studied them carefully—and soon became engrossed too.
The characters "Ethereal" had originally been the words on the token. Ever since Zhang Xiaohua had asked someone to identify them, he had simulated them in his mind over and over, savoring and practicing how to write them. Other characters, such as Zhang Xiaohua or Zhang Xiaolong, were impossible for him to write no matter what. But these two characters had been engraved deeply into his heart, as though carved there with a chisel, so he could naturally produce them at will. Of course, with his level of schooling—or rather, lack of it—his brush calligraphy would surely have been laughed at. But writing with a mop meant there was no need to worry about technique or such things. The sudden display truly shocked everyone.
Naturally, there were those who could not recognize treasure. Liu the Butcher was the first to speak. "Why has everyone gone silent? Good or bad, at least say something!"
His words jolted everyone present awake. They all clapped and praised him together. "Fine characters, truly fine characters! The meaning followed the wind of the brush; the ancient charm lingered long. Rare, truly rare!"
Several people with hidden schemes in their hearts had no choice but to join in the praise, though inwardly they muttered, *Mr. Liu's younger brother is already this capable—there is no need to mention the elder brother. And he said they came