Su Changqing didn't quite know what was happening.
About three days ago, he began to feel a special pull coming from the southwest.
"This sensation seems to bear no malice, and even feels somewhat familiar."
After examining it, Su Changqing's eyes revealed a look of doubt, "It seems like... the fluctuation of the Four Arts of Immortals?"
Due to the distance, the sensation was faint and uncertain, leaving him unsure.
"Chang Qing, how does my handwriting look?"
Before Su Changqing could think more, a gentle, smiling voice suddenly echoed from within the attic.
A woman in a purple dress appeared, her beauty so enchanting it made minds wander, and she approached Su Changqing with a joyous smile.
This woman was none other than Xian Banmeng, who had come to learn calligraphy.
Of course, whether it was truly to learn calligraphy, that could be interpreted differently by each person.
"It's passable, better than last time."
