In the room, Ning Qi's thoughts moved slightly, and there was a blank sheet of paper in front of him, and then he held his fingers, and a faint fairy spirit gushed out, condensing into a brush.

pen!

One-third of a character was outlined, and the white paper and brush turned into ashes with a bang. Ning Qi only felt the blood in his body surge up, and his physical body was countless times stronger than before. Torn apart by a mysterious force.