The ancient inkstone before her, as Huo Sining swirled the ink stick in circular motions, the clear water in the hole was replaced by the dense ink, and as the ink in the concave tray grew thicker, the carvings on the two inkstones seemed to come alive, gradually evolving dramatically.
From Huo Sining's standpoint, wisps of thick white mist slowly emerged from above the inkstone, coalescing above it and lingering.
Meanwhile, the two carvings were also continuously transforming.
The scales on the dragon became more dazzling, even the pearl it held in its mouth seemed to be gently spinning, as if the next moment it might breathe out fire and roar towards the sky.
The tiger on the other side extended its sharp claws, their deadly sheen hard to look at directly, making it seem as if it might pounce at any moment.
Both the dragon and the tiger exuded a powerful aura, with vivid black brilliance where the dragon soared and the tiger leapt, lifelike in every detail.
