Spirit Qi had been condensed into paper, and the Phoenix Feather Sword was a brush with a flaming tail.
With these tools, he was writing a poem in the air.
Each and every word seemed to be alive, dancing in mid-air and causing the pupils of Kong Nanfei's eyes to contract in focus continually.
At first glance, this text did not seem particularly shocking.
However…
The more he looked at it, the more apprehensive he became. It was like a giant vortex that was sucking in all his attention.
Throughout Kong Nanfei's body, Righteousness Qi began to surge out automatically.
He was extremely astonished. The Spirit Qi swirl of his tempered heart appeared, and a milky white sword of Righteousness Qi manifested within it.
He was actually unable to control his own Righteousness Qi.
What was this?
What on earth was this?
Kong Nanfei began to tremble in fear.
Before he realized it, Lu Fan had already finished writing.