"You two really have some guts," the Club President said as he looked at Brother Nan and Zhou Li, a hint of envy in his voice. "Anyone else? If not, then let us demonstrate it first!"
"We sit together like this, and clamp the pencil between our hands," the Club President said, placing the candle in front of the paper and beginning to show everyone the proper technique.
"Like this?"
Two club officers, Zhou Li and Brother Nan, along with the Club President who was both hosting and participating—a total of five people—held the tiny pencil clamped between their hands in a somewhat awkward position.
"Don't be scared. The Immortal Pen is the safest and most gentle spirit. As long as we don't break any taboos, nothing will happen."
"Then I'll start."
"Immortal Pen, Immortal Pen, please come out."
"Immortal Pen, Immortal Pen, please come out and draw a circle."
...
The Club President repeated the chant over and over.
