章 587: Old Scholar Whose Poetry Pours Out Like a River

"Can!" Granny Si and the rest shouted in unison.

Deaf grabbed toward the abyss of Without Embroiling City, and his magic power poured out. A pillar of magma rushed into the sky. Deaf used the magma as ink and the land as paper, twisting and turning his brush to paint on the ground.

He used the tail of a fire wolf that had cultivated to near the god realm as the hair of the drawing brush and a god's bone he had found in a ruin in Great Ruins as the handle. Qin Mu had frequently played with it when he was young and always got smacked on the hand by Deaf when he found out.

Fire wolf's tail could not be damaged even when bathed in fire, and the god's bone allowed him to release his power as he liked. He could write to his heart's content!