Chi!

As Lin Xun gripped the brush, a wisp of aeth power flowed along the slender and straight violet brush body to the razor-sharp tip where it condensed into a ray of light as thin as a strand of hair. It constantly took in rune ink. 

His wrist nimbly moved as the tip of the brush dipped into the dish of bright red rune ink. All rune ink was absorbed into the brush. 

At the tip of the violet pheasant brush, the ray of light blazed like a flame, producing bright, blood-like beams of light. 

Those two steps were called drawing aeth into the brush and absorbing ink as the source!

It tested the compatibility between a person’s aeth power and the rune brush. The higher the quality of a rune brush, the more sensitive it was in drawing aeth power and the more ink it absorbed. 

Lin Xun wore an extremely solemn expression as he sat at the desk. His back was straight as a spear and his deep, dark eyes were completely focused on the swallow-winged blade on the desk. His mind was calm without the slightest ripple.

Unhesitatingly, he lifted his brush from the ink. The razor sharp tip suddenly scraped...