Tang Bai's eyes reflected Condensing Light.
The young man in the hall had started his line drawing test at the last half stick of incense, but this time he began much earlier.
On the paper, it seemed as if a row of Ancient Shell Script characters were emerging beneath the ink.
Yet, this time, a white sleeve obstructed the view, making it hard to discern the writing.
But seeing the pen moving incessantly, methodically, it was likely not random scribbles.
Tang Bai felt waves in his heart.
Could it be true that this young man in white, like the line drawing, could deduce the Ancient Shell Script solely from imagination without being influenced by subsequent phrases and completely memorize them?
If so, Chu Ming's talent might not be inferior to that of the younger member in the clan.
Thinking of this, a spark of brilliance flashed across his usually deep eyes.
Imagination construction, logic beyond ordinary, this is an outstanding talent for painting!
