Lin Yiren's willow-like eyebrows furrowed lightly, her beautiful eyes full of suspicion, staring intently at the plaque with the three characters "Mystic Spirit Pavilion," completely absorbed.
At first glance, she felt that the calligraphy of these three characters was powerful and majestic, like a Flood Dragon soaring through the air and a phoenix gliding, with extraordinary momentum. Every stroke seemed to contain a force as mighty as a thousand loads, penetrating the wood, involuntarily eliciting admiration for the strength of the brushwork.
However, in an instant, an indescribable, wondrous charm quietly emerged, like threads of shadow, lingering at the heart, yet elusive and even harder to grasp.
It was as if an invisible force gently stirred the strings of her heart, plunging her senses irresistibly into the depths.
Initially, she did not pay much attention, thinking it to be just her illusion.
