The two people looked shocked: "This is... Sword Intent?"
Being able to capture Sword Intent through calligraphy, leaving it on paper, solid and unwavering—such a skill even a Martial Arts Master might not achieve, yet Ye Qingzhou, a mere Professional Level, possesses such ability?
However, Sikong Jingming's expression was even more surprised, because with his Martial Saint's cultivation and realm, he saw the true value of this piece of calligraphy.
"Ahem, Tianlang, I really like this word 'sword', name your price, I want it."
"Huh?"
Yuan Tianlang was bewildered, although Ye Qingzhou, at such a young age, could integrate Sword Intent into calligraphy, preserving it on paper, a truly astonishing ability.
But for the dignified Sikong Jingming, a Martial Saint, to ask for it seems too absurd?
Too absurd indeed.
But seeing Sikong Jingming ask, Yuan Tianlang naturally couldn't refuse: "We're brothers, after all, no need for talk of money. If you like it, just take it."
