Holding the ink brush, a faint golden aura surged from Han Muye's body.
Looking at the Great Spirit, Jiang Tong's eyes lit up and his face was filled with surprise.
Although this Great Spirit was not dense, it was pure. It could be seen that not only did Han Muye have a transparent personality, but he also had superb talents.
What kind of literary treasure would such a person leave behind?
Not only Jiang Tong, but others from Xisai Town also looked at Han Muye expectantly.
"Granny Lan, does Immortal Han know how to compose poems and essays?" Tan Tan went to Mu Jin's side and whispered curiously.
Before her eyes, Han Muye had a special aura.
It was the kind that lacked the sharpness of a sword cultivator and had a hint of literary talent that was endearing.
This aura smelled good.
Mu Jin shook her head.
Some people were really not fathomable at will.
Han Muye gave her the feeling that he was unfathomable.
