I Control My Own Fate

In the courtyard of the Longmen Fortress, Shi Xuejin unfolded a piece of Xuan paper. It was an ordinary piece of paper. There was nothing special about it.

Many people did not like to use Xuan paper to do calligraphy, as they did not like how the ink spread easily. It also made one's strokes look very weak. But Shi Xuejin did not care about this. He was not like the others, who intentionally went to buy paper.

Ordinary paper was fine. He was simply writing words.

But his paperweight was not normal. It was not that the material was rare. It was made out of brass that Nie Ting had personally refined for him. There were four neatly written words on the paperweight. "Dust settles, light lives."

Shi Xuejin had just received his present. It was rare that he was in the mood to write but today was different as he had just received the gifted paperweight.