"All right, go transcribe the Huangting Scripture three times, go now." Sun Wukong ordered.
"Yes..." Yuyan responded bitterly, taking an empty book from the nearby bookshelf, along with a copy of the "Huangting Scripture," and a water brush, and began to transcribe.
But just as she started writing, Sun Wukong's voice rang out again: "Grind the ink, use a brush to write, and the characters mustn't be larger than if written with the water brush, nor should the ink droplets scatter; otherwise, it won't count as one time."
Yuyan's face became even more sorrowful, but she could only comply, starting to grind the ink and dip the brush.
But as soon as she wrote the first character, ink splattered onto the blank paper—
The character and the splattered ink then rose from the paper and returned to the inkstone.
Yuyan: "······"
"Pfft!"
Ao Yun couldn't help but laugh.
