"Young Sir, what are you drawing here?"
"Drawing? This is writing."
Over the West Sea, the majestic fleet headed north. On the large, multi-decked ship at its center, a barrier of Immortal Light generated by formations enveloped the vessel. Such top-grade formation arrays were uncommon in the Human Domain and truly a luxury.
On the top deck of the large ship, within the spacious cabin, Wu Wang dipped his brush and began writing one tadpole-like character after another.
Lin Suqing attended him, diligently bringing tea and water, and couldn't help but ask.
Wu Wang rebutted with righteous conviction.
Lin Suqing laughed and said, "How can that be? You're plainly drawing. When it comes to writing, the characters should be properly formed within square spaces. Your strokes, going here and there, all look like a tiny person performing various actions."
Wu Wang immediately revealed a satisfied smile.
