"So, can you now tell me what it really means to bring me here?"
Yin Tian asked indifferently.
"Initially, I had planned to assess your capabilities, and if you truly had the talent, I would have taken you as a disciple."
A bitter smile appeared on the old man's face, "But unexpectedly, the difference between you and me is not just a little bit, I'm not qualified to be your master."
Yin Tian looked at the old man in front of him with surprise.
He hadn't thought that this old man could take a loss so gracefully.
Just for that reason alone, he had already surpassed many others!
"Since that's the case, I'll be leaving."
Yin Tian waved his hand, ready to leave.
"Please wait, young friend!"
The old man called out to Yin Tian, "With your calligraphic talent, I'm delighted, and there's a calligraphy convention tonight. I would like to invite you to join."
"Do you think I need to join such things?"