"This isn't right, my friend, aren't you trying to ruin my good handwriting?"
Cheng Zhengyang waved his hand repeatedly, hesitant to accept the ink brush from Nangong Tianhe, as the "Heavenly Dao" characters written by Nangong Tianhe were so full of charm that even Ye Hao secretly admired them.
Cheng Zhengyang was aware that his calligraphy skills were not on par with Nangong Tianhe's. His skills sufficed for minor endeavors, but were inadequate against an eminent calligrapher like Nangong Tianhe.
"Zhengyang, writing and conducting oneself are similar. If you fear this or that, you will never pen excellent calligraphy nor become a competent leader. Liberate your hands and don't worry excessively," Nangong Tianhe advised in an instructive tone.
"But… my skills truly fall short of yours, my friend!" Cheng Zhengyang sighed again, "However, since you've encouraged me, I'll go ahead and spoil one of your works!"
