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.

is one of the four famous inks,

its dark,

by weight, such a precious item was

this ordinary shop, they casually brought out a piece of Sable Ink

and the owner

of the situation. She

dipped it in ink and began to

she had indeed practiced. Her italic calligraphy was

person to achieve such proficiency with a brush was commendable, considering that many people couldn't even write neatly with

she asked, "How

nodded and

the shop owner glanced at it and snorted,

ink back! What a waste of

comment left the two

this isn't writing, what is?

"Do you know how much this pen costs? If my standards

name sounded

she couldn't place it

grabbed Violeta's wrist. "Let's go, Violeta! This old man has no manners. I don't want his pens, even if they were free!

on then. Free? As if I'd give one

of the shop

Sophia

Many people say my writing is beautiful, but he called it scrawl? He even said it wasn't even

said, "Alright, calm down. Maybe his standards are different from ours.

to try her hand at

dragged her away before

returned to