Walked forward, Tieshan was about to pick up the brush to write, but found that no matter how she dipped it, the ink couldn't soak the wolf hair brush.
"Now I have no solution." Tieshan put down the brush, "The king cast a spell, and I don't have the great mana to undo it. You better slowly copy it yourself."
Yuyan furrowed her brows, her eyes turning, scheming something.
Tieshan said, "You should copy it seriously. Didn't you say the king made you do this to calm your mind? You've scolded others for being hypocritical, aren't you the same?"
Yuyan's cheeks turned red, overwhelmed with shame, but still stubbornly said, "Wasn't I just warning Zhang Chulan? He hasn't even started on the path of true cultivation..."
"We're just lucky to have met the king, otherwise, we wouldn't be better than Zhang Chulan." Tieshan comforted.
"Humph! Now you're lecturing me. Didn't you also cut some meat off that mount to eat?" Yuyan said unhappily.
