"Its rise is sudden, its fall is equally swift."
Even without connecting to Heaven and Earth's Spiritual Mechanism, these ten characters still carried a lingering charm. However, what was even more profound than the calligraphy was the meaning they conveyed. The cycle of prosperity and decline was the ultimate Dao.
Chen Yi examined the writing for a moment before picking up his Wolf Hair Brush. "I've done so much. It's time I take a few days of rest," he thought with a secret smile.
He dropped the brush.
SPLAT.
Drops of ink splattered, ruining more than half of the calligraphy piece. Following this, Chen Yi leaned back into his chair. His breathing grew weak, and his lips took on a faint purplish-blue hue.
He wondered who would still be able to recognize him as "Liu Wu" now!
A short while later.
