A Smirk

"Bai Zhi, what do you think about these two calligraphy results?" The older man in the gray robe showed two very different calligraphy writings. One looked gentle and beautiful, while the other looked sharp and firm.

"They have different characters, between tenderness and sharpness. Although they are different, they are both beautiful and unique," Bai Zhi replied.

"They are beautiful because they are not written in one sentence." The white-haired older man looked at Bai Xiu meaningfully.

Bai Zhi smiled gently. "Master, I know what you are trying to convey. But I've thought things through." He said calmly.

The older man looked at Bai Zhi flatly. A few moments later, he took a deep breath. "I do not believe it. After thousands of years of you shutting yourself down without wanting to interfere with what was happening, in the end, you chose to do this. Why?"

"There's nothing that can't be changed," Bai Zhi said.