Master Zhao Ju's expression, which always seemed as though everyone owed him a few hundred taels, showed three parts helplessness, seven parts anticipation.
As the new year approached, and the Forging Workshop was soon to close its doors, he wanted to see the extent to which Su Mu had mastered the art of inscription over the past half year, so he could have a sense of how things stood.
"Give it a try?"
The Master had already spoken to this point, so Su Mu didn't hesitate, putting down the brush in his hand and walking towards the forging platform, while Zhao Ju handed him an inscription pen, and prepared inscription liquid beside him.
The inscription pen was not light when held, weighing over twenty pounds. The pen body, engraved with flowers and birds, was forged from refined iron, while the nib was made from high-quality iron essence, inscribed with sharpness and sturdiness inscriptions.
