"Oh, I learned painting and calligraphy in my youth, and at that time, following Master's teaching, there were requirements for controlling the brush, hence it became a habit," Yuan Ming found an explanation and said.
Luckily, Mu He didn't care too much about this and nodded his head, then he didn't ask any further.
But just at this moment, as Yuan Ming had just finished drawing the flame pattern, a wisp of blue smoke suddenly rose from the white paper, and it caught fire on its own.
Yuan Ming didn't know what to make of it and, fearing it might set the nearby papers on fire, he instinctively reached out to pat it down.
Mu He, on the other hand, stopped him with a look of surprise and then, disregarding the burning flames, took the piece of paper in his hand, held it up to his eyes, and scrutinized it closely.
Only when the parts with the rune pattern had completely burned away did he throw the flaming piece of paper into the water bucket under the table.