Huah Yun didn't show what he was thinking, his face full of joy, and immediately asked his subordinates to prepare paper and pen.
Um... the others were at a loss.
Weren't we supposed to have a fight?
Why did it suddenly become all artsy?
However, Chang Jun and Tu Su seemed to have no objections, instead remaining very silent.
The paper and pen were brought in.
The paper was not too big or too small, the brush was ready, and the ink had already been ground.
Sui Yi looked at Huah Yun.
Huah Yun understood, "Well... just write... um... alright, my humble talent is limited, please, Teacher, write something."
"Would two characters be okay?"
Two?
That's so few.
"Sure, sure, sure," Huah Yun laughed heartily, very agreeable.
What kind of poem can be expressed with just two characters?
Such were the thoughts crossing Huah Yun's mind.
The characters were written.
The brush was already put down.
