Sitting on the ground, Li Huowang's expression was filled with intense hesitation and struggle. He remained there for a long, long time, thinking, before finally picking up the calligraphy brush and beginning to write on the rice paper. However, Li Huowang paused for a long while after every few characters he wrote. It wasn't just his unfamiliarity with the brush; more importantly, he was already starting to forget how to write many common words.
Li Huowang understood this meant he was becoming more and more like Master Danyang.
After writing a long, rambling passage, Li Huowang finished with five large characters: Li Huowang's Final Words.
Once he had written everything, Li Huowang blew the ink dry and handed the paper to the plump nun beside him. "If my fellow disciples come looking for me, please trouble yourself to deliver this letter to the tall one. He can read."
