Chen Nan's heart was somewhat excited; however, when he took a closer look, he realized something was amiss.
The little junior sister was a great lover of calligraphy, her accomplishment in it had already reached the pinnacle. The characters she wrote possessed both softness and strength, with a unique charm. Those originally dull characters seemed to come to life once they came from her hand, exuding an elegant temperament. Yet this "leaf" character on the handkerchief, though well-crafted, was still far from matching her calligraphy.
"Could it be that she hasn't practiced much these years and her calligraphy has regressed?"
Chen Nan pocketed the handkerchief and rushed into the forest, continuing the chase.
It was less a chase than a blind search. After all, for a martial arts expert, employing Qinggong allowed one to leave no trace in the snow; and in this forest filled with fallen branches and leaves, it was impossible to find footprints.
