Chen Xi was extremely furious, and his thoughts became slightly chaotic as well. 

The sudden appearance of Zhen Liuqing and Ya Qing, and the news they brought him was too enormous, causing him to be unable to take it in for some time.

Under the astonished gazes of the two young women, Chen Xi stood up abruptly before moving to arrive before the table, and then he opened up the ink before spreading out a piece of white paper. After that, Chen Xi took a deep breath before lifting up his brush and writing.

He still has the mood to write at a time like this?

The two young women glanced at each other, and their eyes carried a trace of worry. Chen Xi’s unusual actions had undoubtedly indicated that his heart wasn’t as calm as he seemed on the surface.

But what exactly is he writing?

Both the young women didn’t disturb Chen Xi, and they silently walked forward before stopping and watching.

Chen Xi’s writing was extremely beautiful, his strokes were vigorous, graceful, and agile. Row after row of tiny words seemed like flowing talisman markings, and his writing possessed a clear rhythm. Under the illumination of the moonlight stones, it revealed an indescribable beauty, and it seemed to contain a trace of an imperceptible aura of an extremely profound Grand Dao.

Both the young women revealed a trace of surprise. Never had they imagined that Chen Xi’s attainments in writing were actually so deep. But in next to no time, their hearts were drawn by the...