The glow from the red lanterns cast a sheen on the crossbeams, faintly revealing a series of flowing, graceful characters.
In an instant, a crowd of guests had gathered behind Mr. Yue Ming.
Some had seen his Cursive Script at Marquis Xiao's birthday banquet before, while others had only heard of it and never witnessed it firsthand.
Even the few scholars who had been critical of Chen Yi were craning their necks to see, though it was clear their status wasn't high enough to get them a spot at the front.
"This calligraphy is so fluid and unrestrained. Unlike Wei Qing's Style, it isn't bound by rigid conventions. It certainly has its merits."
"Merits? Elder Bian, with all due respect to you as my senior, I must say something. Someone who can't even capture the mental realm of youthful brilliance in Wei Qing's Style has no right to critique a new one."
"I… am ashamed."
"This script could establish a new school of its own. No wonder Yue Ming invited the young man to his academy."
