C53 Yang Zhuang Who Was Bitterly Practicing Calligraphy

"Never mind. Continuing like this probably won't yield any results. I'll set aside my practice for the moment."

Yang Xuan mused for a while, eyeing the crumpled papers strewn about the doorway, and shook his head.

Truth be told, he wasn't particularly angry with these individuals. Even though his concentration was broken, he hadn't held much hope to begin with. To achieve another breakthrough