Yin Tian stepped out of the park, standing by the roadside, watching the busy traffic before him, uncertain of what to do next.
The ti it took to deal with those six people was much less than he had anticipated.
Now, Su Qinwei and the others were probably just arriving at the mall, and he didn’t need to rush over to join them.
But, if he wasn’t going to look for them, where else could he go?
Just then, a car suddenly screeched to a halt in front of Yin Tian.
The car door opened, and soone poked their head out, "Are you Yin Tian?"
"Yes, I am."
"Our boss wants to see you."
"Who is your boss?"
"Why ask so many questions? Will you get in the car yourself, or should we ’invite’ you in?"
Yin Tian glanced into the car, where four or five individuals were eyeing him with hostility.
Yin Tian flashed a grin, and without any further words, he climbed into the car.
The door shut, the vehicle started up, and sped away into the distance.
Sitting in the car, Yin Tian was the picture of calm, crossing his legs and making idle chat with the person next to him, "Brother, who exactly is your boss, and why does he want to see ? Do I have any feud with your boss?"
The man simply gave Yin Tian a cold look and didn’t answer his question.
Seeing this, Yin Tian didn’t bother with further words, just leaned back, rested his head on his hands, and actually fell asleep!
The others in the car were shocked that Yin Tian could be so bold as to sleep under such circumstances!
The car continued to drive for more than an hour before finally stopping.
After a good sleep in the car, Yin Tian slowly opened his eyes to find himself in a completely unfamiliar place.
Tall buildings surrounded him, indicating that he had not been taken out of the Imperial Capital.
"Get out."
The cold voice of the man beside Yin Tian rang out.
Yin Tian didn’t resist and just stepped out of the car.
The others from the car also ca out, surrounding Yin Tian and walking him toward a villa.
The mont he stepped into the villa, Yin Tian was greeted by a strong scent of ink.
The walls of the villa were adorned with traditional paintings and calligraphy; Yin Tian walked forward, nodding to himself in appreciation.
It was clear that all these works were crafted by the sa hand; the artist had a asure of talent indeed.
Soon, Yin Tian was led into a study.
There was one person in the room.
An old man with silver hair, covered in splashes of black ink, sat there.
At that mont, he was hunched over the desk, writing sothing.
Yin Tian walked straight up, stepping beside the old man to have a look.
"Not bad at all."
Without hesitation, Yin Tian spoke, assessing the old man’s calligraphy.
The few who had brought Yin Tian to the villa were incensed at his audacity to critique their boss’s writing, glaring at him malevolently.
They didn’t dare to speak, fearing they might disturb their boss.
Yet the old man remained undisturbed, continually writing at a brisk pace.
Soon after finishing the last character and setting down his brush, he stood and turned to Yin Tian, "So you’re the one who embarrassed my four disciples in public?"
With those words, Yin Tian instantly knew who the man before him was.
This man was the master of The Four Sages!
"Yes, it was ."
Yin Tian nodded without hesitation, "With subpar skills, they still showed off, even provoking . Do you think I should have spared them?"
The old man’s eyebrows rose, surprised by Yin Tian’s frankness, and then he spoke indifferently, "What do you think of this piece of writing?"
"The Seven Kills Stele of King Daxi, the brushwork is decent, but it fails to capture the true essence of the piece."
Yin Tian glanced at the writing on the paper, "It’s artificial, straining to replicate the ambience of King Daxi’s era. Sadly, it’s rely superficial mimicry, missing in substance."
"King Daxi was full of lofty aspirations and vigorous spirit when he penned the Seven Kills Stele, but although you’ve tried to recreate the poetic atmosphere, it falls tragically short."
"You!"
The old man never expected Yin Tian to be so blunt in his remarks.
He took a deep breath, regaining so composure inside, "I hear from my eldest disciple that your calligraphy skills are quite exceptional. Why don’t you try writing a piece?"
Yin Tian glanced at the old man beside him and didn’t say a word, just picked up the brush from the table, changed the paper, and then began to write in a very casual manner.
He wrote the complete "Seven Kills Stele" in one breath, without the slightest pause!
The old man only needed one glance to have his pupils suddenly constrict.
The writing was powerful, as if etched with silver hooks and iron brushes!
Even rely observing the character traces that Yin Tian left on the paper caused him to feel an overwhelming sense of alarm.
Those words, they seed like an array of shimring, cold blades that deeply shocked him!
"How’s that?"
Yin Tian placed down the brush and looked at the old man, "Between your writing and mine, which is stronger?"
The old man did not utter a word.
The answer was blatantly obvious.
rely from Yin Tian’s characters, he could feel an intense killing aura; how could he compare to Yin Tian?
The old man lifted his head and looked at Yin Tian.
"My young friend, you possess great talent. This old man admires you."
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