Feeling the restlessness coming from the tip of the pen, Feng Xue's lips curled slightly upwards as she entered the study, opened a sheet of white paper, and, using her non-dominant hand, suspended the pen and whispered,
"Spirit pen, spirit pen, you were my past life, and I am your present, if you wish to continue our fate, please draw a circle on the paper."
Although summoning the spirit pen with such a ritual was simple, attempting it like Feng Xue usually wouldn't work, but who could blame her since she was already possessed by the spirit pen?
Thus, almost as soon as she finished reciting the spell, the expensive steel pen in her hand began to write automatically on the paper—not with a trembling circle but with a beautifully written large character—
"Die!"
"Hey, hey, I know you died, no need to keep mentioning it. I just wanted to ask you something..."
"Die!"
