Chen Shi said mournfully, "My grandfather has passed away."
Madam Aying hesitated to speak, and after a moment, she said, "Since he has passed away, I won't speak ill of him, but your grandfather... it's better left unsaid."
Chen Shi felt ashamed.
Madam Aying said, "It's all misdeeds of the older generation; it has nothing to do with you. You should not take it to heart. Have you all not eaten yet? I'll go and prepare a couple of dishes. Azhuo, come help me light the fire."
The couple busied themselves, and Chen Shi took the opportunity to take out the Judge Dragon Whisker Pen and examined it carefully.
A normal writing brush is nothing more than a handle with a wolf's hair brush head, but this pen was slightly larger than normal ones and did not use wolf's hair but dragon whisker, which seemed to contain extraordinary power.
"Can this pen really take life or give it?"
