Before the writing desk.
Luo Chen, with his head bowed, was holding a Golden Bamboo Pen, slowly writing something on rice paper.
Yet, it wasn't the usual act of copying calligraphy or painting for practice; it was an extremely important letter he was writing.
Ever since his transmigration, with all the inheritances of his predecessor, he naturally became proficient in the written and spoken language of this world.
But that was just about knowing it.
When it came to writing, he was quite mediocre.
Under Min Longyu's guidance, he maintained the habit of copying several ancient texts daily.
Some time had passed since then, and now his calligraphy could be considered passable.
However, every time he wrote, he had to consider each stroke carefully.
After a long while, he finally stopped writing.
Waiting for the ink on the letter to dry naturally, Luo Chen simultaneously planned his next moves in his mind.
When dealing with the Flame Alliance, speed was of the essence!
