"Elder Baillie, don't you think it's a bit premature to say that?"
Wyatt Barnes squinted slightly and chuckled softly.
"Hmph!"
Trevor Baillie gave a low grunt but ignored Wyatt, raising his hand to take out an exceptionally slim iron pen—none other than the 'inscription pen,' exclusively used by Taoist Talisman Masters and Saint Marking Masters from the Martial Dao Sacred Land.
The inscription pen had two ends.
One end looked no different from a regular brush.
The other end, however, was a sharp tip.
The pen was so fine it resembled a large needle, faintly emanating waves of cold air, a clear sign that it was made from extraordinary materials.
In the Martial Dao Sacred Land, inscription pens were categorized into different grades.
The inscription pen in Trevor Baillie's hand was among the very best, even within the entire Martial Dao Sacred Land.
His inscription pen could leave marks even on top-grade heavenly artifacts.
