Four large, bold characters were written on the rice paper with flamboyant strokes.
"The willing take the bait."
These four characters were written in Wild Grass calligraphy, each stroke flowing as smoothly as drifting clouds and running water.
While writing, Zeng Anmin noticed a distinct detail. Ever since he had entered the Dao, he had become far more adept at cursive script than before! There were fewer distractions in his mind as he wrote. With every character he formed, a profound sense of comfort washed over him. Furthermore, as his brush moved, his comprehension of the Dao of Calligraphy deepened, and the Vast Righteous Qi within his chest subtly fluctuated in response.
"The willing take the bait?" Qin Shoucheng was perplexed. Looking at the four words, he raised his head in confusion and asked Zeng Anmin, "What does this mean?"
"Uh, it refers to a legendary, top-tier angler," Zeng Anmin explained with a serious expression.
