A sheet of Xuan Paper, shimmering with a golden light, flew in front of Chen Xu.
Wen Daoyuan is surprisingly willing to use Wende Xuan Paper to draft arrays and sketches for Chen Xu?
Chen Xu raised his hand to hold a floating golden sheet, and his gaze swiftly swept across the vast land below the Cloud Boat.
Above the Cloud Boat, the sky was heavy.
Between the mountains and rivers, the land was mottled and weary.
The chaotic voices of disaster victims in the mountain valley earlier seemed to have faded away, yet, on this land scarred by devastation, countless more beings were clearly crying out in despair.
Chen Xu touched the Wende Xuan Paper with his hand, finding it difficult to express his feelings.
He raised his hand and materialized a brush, immediately dipped it in ink, and wrote with undivided focus, conducting rapid calculations.
For this instance, he didn't use the South Sea Merfolk Ink but the Seven Stars Dark Gold Ink gifted by Wen Daoyuan himself.
