In the Fire and Smoke Kitchen, Chen Xu's face lit up with joy.
The first piece of Literary Dao Spiritual Food was successfully created!
He heard the resounding clang of a weapon being drawn from the armory of his Sea of Literature.
In the next instant, the Wu Hook in the Sea of Literature suddenly flashed, leaping out on its own and then, like a bolt of lightning, it struck the floating page of the Poetry Scroll in front of him.
Tear—
The sound of ripping fabric echoed.
But what was miraculous was that the page of the Poetry Scroll struck by the Wu Hook did not split in two with the sound but instead, the Wu Hook in Chen Xu's Sea of Literature passed through it as if slicing through air.
At the same time, the floating Poetry Scroll seemed to be alive. It curled up like a piece of silk floating above flames.
It folded and shifted with the fluidity of clouds and water, and in an instant before Chen Xu's eyes, it transformed into a yellow-tinged Wu Hook!
