All of the heart blood was spat onto the ink slab.

I noticed that it was the same ink slab that Mr. Qi had asked me to appraise several days before.

The ink and the heart blood mixed together, but part of the blood was still floating up. As such, Mr. Qi started to stir them to achieve a nice mixture. The resulting ink had a strange color that I couldn’t quite place, but it was rather pleasing to the eye.

Mr. Qi was very focused while doing this, and he didn’t even look at us.

He stirred the ink for a while then picked up his brush, starting to draw some calligraphy art. His strokes were strong and elegant, and his drawing skills were much better than famous calligraphy masters. It was hard...