With that beginning, the rest of the people swarmed in and soon the room was packed, all gazing at that piece of calligraphy.
Minister Jia had no time to drive the students away, and even if he had, he would not have. For things that were right, he always encouraged students to listen and think more, which was why these students dared to come in so boldly.
He could not afford to be angry, lost in his thoughts, vaguely feeling that his own writing lacked something, some essence, and was stagnating. Hearing these comments, he began to understand a bit more.
His dissatisfaction had already dissipated, and instead, he eagerly asked, "And the second point?" His mind seemed to have grasped something, and he was eager to know more.
