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Cao Zhen adjusted his state to optimal, then lifted his brush and began to write on the plaque.

"Immortal Pen Peak!"

"Wonderful Pen Peak!"

Four people, watching the six characters on the wooden board in front of them, were completely mesmerized in an instant!

How could there be such fine characters in the world?

How could there be such calligraphy!

What are these characters? Why have they never seen such script before?

The strokes were thin and forceful, so thin yet not lacking in substance; the technique was evident, clearly showing the traces of brush movement, lifting, and pausing—slender and neat, the side strokes like orchid bamboo... The horizontal strokes ended with a hook, the verticals with a dot, the slants like daggers, the presses like slicing knives, the vertical hooks long and restrained...

The four were completely dumbfounded, and it took a long time for them to come to their senses.