He sighed inwardly, having long known Liu Yan Yi was gifted, but never imagined her talent would reach this level, as if it were bestowed by the heavens themselves. His heart could not help but wonder: perhaps this disciple was truly an extraordinary individual in her previous life. Well, the more brilliant the disciple, the less effort the master must exert.
He then said, "Fetch paper and ink. I shall teach you the Erosion Text today."
Liu Yan Yi's face lit up with joy as she leapt from the ground, but suddenly realized her lack of decorum, stuck out her tongue in embarrassment, revealing a touch of girlish vivaciousness.
Zhang Yan did not find this unbecoming and smiled. "From now on, when no outsiders are present, there's no need to be overly formal."
Liu Yan Yi obediently responded, yet maintained all necessary courtesies. After bringing ink and brushes, she lifted the tea cup from the table. Once Zhang Yan accepted it, she respectfully stood aside.
