Azhula was stunned.
She hurried to hand over the Star-Shifting manual without hesitation.
She watched as Riven flipped through it slowly.
Selene, sensing his needs, gently approached the table and carefully prepared the Spirit Ink.
She tucked up one sleeve and handed him the inked brush with the other hand.
The entire sequence unfolded like a dance, marked by silent understanding between them.
Azhula stood to the side, watching, her heart quietly aching with envy.
This kind of silent connection...
This kind of natural warmth...
She hoped one day she could have someone who understood her as deeply as that.
Riven sat down at the table.
His calligraphy was swift and sharp, yet graceful.
A lifetime of scholarly elegance has been built through dedication and continuous effort, shaping a style that is truly one of a kind.
He dipped the brush, swiftly writing three missing lines, each composed of elegant Martial characters, filling in the gaps within the manual.
