Once Chen Yi understood the full story, he didn't know whether to laugh or cry.
Mr. Yue Ming had certainly gone to great lengths just to get a sample of his Calligraphy.
But using Yunsong Paper—a fine material usually reserved for great clans—to teach Calligraphy was indeed extravagant.
Chen Yi looked at the students sitting primly before their sand trays in the study hall and realized they must be thinking the same thing.
He figured most of them would add the word "wasteful" right after "extravagant."
They were, by and large, unconvinced by him, their new Instructor.
After a moment of thought, Chen Yi didn't launch into a long, classical lecture like the other masters he had seen the day before. Instead, he calmly poured water and began grinding the ink.
As he ground the pine-soot ink stick on the inkstone, he began to speak.
"Before we begin, I want you to consider a few questions."
"What is a 'character'?"
