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 the four famous inks,

the four renowned inks. It was well-liked for its dark, glossy colour that does not fade over time, and it has

such a precious

casually brought out a piece

the shop and the owner were nothing but

gravity of the situation. She

she dipped it in ink and began

strokes revealed that she had indeed practiced. Her

people couldn't even write neatly with a pen. Sophia finished her piece, writing her name on

Violeta, she asked, "How is

and

it and

ink back! What

comment left the

If this isn't writing, what

much this pen costs? If my standards weren't

name sounded familiar to

she couldn't

she placed the brush on the table and grabbed Violeta's wrist. "Let's go, Violeta! This old man has no manners. I don't want his

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

out of the shop before

outside, Sophia kept

he called it scrawl? He even

laughter and said, "Alright, calm down. Maybe his standards are

try her hand at

away before she got

two returned to their