There was a rustle of pen writing in the room.
At least one stick of incense had passed since the appointed time. Leo xun looked at the candle again. The flame finally swayed and danced into the shape of a bird.
The bird tilted its head and looked at him. He put down the brush, and an invisible spiritual force dispersed the bird. The candle flame trembled and gradually returned to its original form.
He looked back and saw that several disciples were still writing furiously, unaware of the changes in their bodies, and they were actually much more serious than his senior brother.
...I feel sorry for it.
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