"How's that?" Lu Zheng looked at Lin Wan with smug satisfaction.
They had arrived at an old street bookstore selling scroll art. After purchasing a framed blank scroll, Lu Zheng spread it out over the store's large writing desk and effortlessly penned a piece.
"Great writing, buddy!" The shop owner, a young man, remarked, possibly continuing his father's trade.
"Not bad, you've got a good eye!" Lu Zheng raised a thumbs-up, "My cursive writing definitely surpasses Yan Zhenqing and rivals Wang Xizhi, don't you think?"
The shop owner laughed along, "Exactly, if you lived in ancient times, you'd be a saint of calligraphy!"
From that statement, Lu Zheng knew the guy could differentiate between mere good writing and extraordinary calligraphy art.
"Enough already!" Lin Wan sighed, not because Lu Zheng's writing was bad, but rather because of the content.
Nemesis of Evil!
