Lin Mu considered the request for a moment.
Then he smiled.
"That sounds reasonable." Lin Mu reckoned it was decent compensation for destroying part of the Inn.
The staff exhaled in relief and excitement.
Lin Mu stepped toward the small hill behind the inn's reception hall. It was little more than a gentle rise of stone and soil, previously unremarkable. He raised his hand, and water gathered instantly, condensing into a translucent palm that shimmered in the sunlight.
SHUA
From that palm, a brush formed.
It was entirely made of water, yet its shape was precise, bristles fine and elegant. The brush hovered before him, responding to his thoughts as naturally as a limb.
Lin Mu paused, considering his words.
Then he wrote.
The brush moved smoothly across the surface of the hill, water carving words into stone as effortlessly as ink on parchment.
"When the heart is still, water reveals the Dao."
HUMMM
