"Uh..."
Qin Yang paused for a moment, thinking, Girl, should I tell you I'm from another plane?
"Master, I have an unreasonable request," Ruan Zhengtian said with a hint of yearning.
"Master?" Qin Yang was startled. The old man sure changed quickly; from little miracle doctor to master with just a single piece of calligraphy?
"You wouldn't be asking me to write for you, would you?"
Qin Yang's mind was astute. Seeing the old man's obsession with calligraphy, it wasn't hard to guess his request.
"Exactly, you are truly wise beyond comparison. I would like to ask you to inscribe a piece."
The old man, for this piece of calligraphy, quietly threw Qin Yang a compliment. His wrinkled face bloomed like an old tree in spring, with an eager smile.
"Not interested," Qin Yang shook his head and said.
"Why?"
Hearing this, the smile on the old man's face instantly froze in astonishment. It's just writing a calligraphy, Qin Yang shouldn't refuse, right?
