His fingers were slender and strong, with a gentle wave, he could leave a myriad of ink marks on the paper, as if writing out the Spiritual Energy and charm between heaven and earth.
The other Half-step Golden Immortal masters, having nothing to do now, also flew to this place, watching the calligraphy completed in one breath by Immortal Lord Mad Grass, each one couldn't help but nod slightly.
Although they were not mainly practicing the Dao of Calligraphy, quite a few of them were fond of it. After all, having lived for so many years, it was impossible for them to only focus on cultivation; they also had their hobbies, and many of them liked the Dao of Calligraphy.
"Certainly the work of a master!"
