The calligraphy looked as if a Canglong dragon were leaping from the stone. Every stroke exuded an extraordinary power, and the bold brushwork radiated a majestic aura.
Lifting the curtain and looking through the carriage window, Chen Ping'an saw the stone stele. His eyes narrowed slightly, his expression growing solemn.
'Was this calligraphy done by a Sword Dao Master?'
The calligraphy carved into the stele was incredibly sharp, like a sword drawn from its sheath, flashing with a cold, unstoppable edge. Each stroke seemed to contain immense power. Such might could never have come from the hands of a mere artisan!
As Chen Ping'an watched with his solemn expression, the carriage slowly entered the Canglong Mountain Range and onto the Long'an Trade Route. Following this route for a time would lead them to one of its three major hubs: Beicang Town!
