On the other side, Master Wang frowned deeply. Could Duanmu really draw it? That was impossible!
Master Wang frowned and stared at Master Duanmu, afraid that the latter would really succeed.
Feng Wu, on the other hand, remained calm the entire time.
Master Duanmu indeed drew very fast at first.
It wasn't until the seventh page that he began to slow down.
This was because he didn't quite understand the inscriptions that followed.
When he got to the eighth page, he felt troubled.
Instinctively, he looked up at Jun Linyuan.
The crown prince, who was sitting high up in his seat, had a grim look on his face and a cold look in his eyes. Master Duanmu wondered who had upset the crown prince so much.
Master Duanmu scratched his head guiltily and somehow felt it could be him.
However… no one present knew inscriptions better than he did. He could draw whatever he wanted.
