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Banquet Hall.
Guo Yunzi held a brush, his strokes lively and bold, swiftly writing ten large characters, "Observe life in all its forms, savor the myriad flavors of life."
"Bravo..."
As soon as the pen lifted, the entire audience erupted in applause, not only for the beauty of the characters but also for the profound meaning.
Guo Yunzi stroked his beard and smiled, "Young chap, what do you think of my writing!?"
"Haha..."
As soon as he finished speaking, the hall burst into laughter. Everyone knew that calligraphy is about skill, and Guo Yunzi had practiced it all his life, reaching a level of natural grace far beyond what a young person could achieve.
Therefore, Guo Yunzi's words were entirely mocking Wang Hao's overconfidence.
"Tch!" Wang Hao sneered dismissively, "Old man is just an old man, only knowing how to imitate the ancients without any sense of innovation."
