Pei Zhan slowly rose, also walking to the desk to watch Ning Jia write.
"Old Five!"
Outside, Liang Chen's voice echoed at this moment.
With the sound of footsteps, Liang Chen stepped through the door. "Everyone has gone to the garden to drink tea, please invite Mr. Ning over too."
Ning Jia looked up, about to put down the pen and pay respects, but Pei Zhan stretched out his hand to stop him: "Continue writing."
Only after he finished writing a full two pages did Pei Zhan wave his hand, then picked up his essay.
Liang Chen helped Ning Jia, who bent over to pay respects, and then said: "How come a person like you, who wields weapons, is now concerned with writing?"
After saying this, he added: "Mr. Ning's calligraphy is quite good. Did you write this essay too?"
Ning Jia nodded: "I'm unworthy."
Liang Chen looked at him appreciatively: "So young and already knowledgeable and courteous, you take after your ancestors! You and your sister each have your own brilliance."
