C310 Remention of the past

In that split-second, almost instinctively, Jang Ming dodged to the side. The brush flew across his face in that instant, and with a clang, it hit the wooden wall behind him, leaving ink all over the place.

But no matter how quick Jang Jin's reaction was, he was still unable to avoid the thick ink on the brush. When the pen hit the wall, the ink splashed everywhere