Ding Hao wrote down "Boundless grasses over the plain; come and go with every season. Wildfire never quite consumes them; they are tall once more in the spring wind" with his left hand.
And "The cold wind passes through the green window; the cold moon slants the shadow. The dream sends the soul far away to Jiangnan; the moon light is like frost at the cold night" with his right hand.
Dozens of Chinese words appeared in the void, with the right side frozen and the left side burning. Every stroke of those words was very clear, as if they were written on paper. Ding Hao's handwriting was indeed good. Seen from afar, the flames were flying and the cold air, rising, which revealed an indescribable beauty. Controlled by Ding Hao's mind, the Chinese inscriptions were finally turned into an ic
