Villas on the shore of Junting Lake.

In accordance with past practice, at this time, Su Wuyi had already gone to bed, but now he was standing at his desk, holding the fine brush, and writing something on the big rice paper.

Su Chi-yan sat down in his household clothes, watching his adoptive father splash ink with a complicated look in his eyes.

Because Su limitless has been writing brush strokes for one night, what he wrote is just repeating four words continuously --- intent limitless!

These four words, which Su had written indefinitely, could still be kept in exquisite small letters. Gradually, they became running books. An hour later,...