Phoenix Rising: From Heartache to Heroism

Chapter 136 You Can't Write

The shop owner stroked his beard and said, "You're too naive."

He stepped out from behind the counter, and his scholarly aura was in full display. "My pens are unparalleled in the country! No one would dare claim otherwise."

Wow!

He had confidence!

"Many people want to buy my pen, but I only sell it to those who can truly write. If they can impress me, I'll give the pen away for free."

Sophia responded, "That's great! Hand me the pen and ink. I'll write for you!"

Violeta observed the situation sceptically. From her perspective, it was clear that the pens the shop owner brought out were exquisite. Those were handmade pieces, certainly not comparable to ordinary ones.

They also appeared to be stamped, but the seal was too small for her to read clearly.

Such bold claims-could this man be a renowned master hidden in the small town?

"Sophia, can you write with a quill pen?"

Sophia nodded confidently and said, "Of course. I've practiced calligraphy for six years. Let me try."

A young assistant emerged from behind a screen, carrying ink and pens.

Violeta noticed a faint, lingering fragrance in the air as she ground the ink, which most likely came from the ink itself.

"Is this Sable Ink?"

The shop owner suddenly turned and looked at Violeta with surprise.

Yes, this is one of

Ink was one of the four renowned inks. It was well-liked for its dark, glossy colour that does not fade

by weight, such a precious

in this ordinary shop, they casually brought out a

and the owner

of

it in ink and

had indeed practiced. Her

with a brush was commendable, considering that many people couldn't even write neatly with a pen. Sophia finished her piece, writing her name on the

Violeta, she asked, "How is

nodded and

shop owner glanced at it and

back! What a waste of

comment left the

"What do you mean by scrawl? If this isn't writing, what is? Your standards are

If my standards weren't high, everyone would have a

The name sounded

she couldn't place

grabbed Violeta's wrist. "Let's go, Violeta! This old

off disdainfully and said, "Go on then. Free? As if I'd give one to you for free.

out of the shop before she could

Sophia kept

beautiful, but he called it scrawl? He even said it wasn't even a

down. Maybe

to try her hand

dragged her away before she

returned to their