"So you still want to say, 'The handwriting reflects the person'?" Lian Que scowled, not being Zhongxuan Sheng, he was well aware of the shortcomings in his appearance. His large hand was already quietly resting on the booklet.
It seemed he was ready to take it back at the slightest provocation.
"There really is some truth to 'handwriting reflects the person'," Jiang Wang said calmly, "Look at these characters, twisting and turning, like the movements of a dragon, possessing the momentum of riding the clouds and fog! An ugly form is just superficial, the real essence is in the spirit! Besides you, who in the Lian family can possess such unyielding spirit and talent to craft such forceful strokes?"
Lian Que then relaxed, allowing Jiang Wang to take the cultivation method for warming the artifact.
