Gao Qian'er saw Wang Hao's crude speech and rolled her eyes dramatically, deciding to ignore him from then on.
After Wang Hao finished peeing, he didn't go back to lie down but instead took out the Money Sword and went to another bald rock, where he began to write vigorously.
Gao Qian'er, curious, asked, "Hey, what are you doing?"
Without looking back, Wang Hao replied, "After relieving myself, I felt a surge of poetic inspiration, so I'm writing a poem to commemorate the moment!"
Gao Qian'er was taken aback and asked in astonishment, "You can write poetry?"
Wang Hao curled his lip and said, "Tsk, looking down on people, aren't you?"
Gao Qian'er slowly got up, leaned in closer, and said, "Let me see what kind of poem you can write."
Wang Hao's calligraphy was impressive, with bold and powerful strokes. Moreover, he was so strong that his writing etched deep into the stone—three points deep, in fact.
