But his warning came a step too late; Xia Ruofei was already focused on the characters.
Chen Xuan secretly regretted his sluggishness. He knew his great-grandfather's calligraphy contained an overbearing aura. Ordinary cultivators would be fine if they just glanced at it, but if they focused their attention, the sheer force of the characters would likely leave them in a sorry state. When Chen Xuan was still a Qi condensation cultivator, he had been forced back six or seven steps by these very words, ultimately landing hard on his backside.
