Feng Xin and Mu Qing were assigned scrolls to do together— Unfortunately.

So they make their way to the Shen Wu hall, take their seats and start doing them— and of course, both of them had to insult or make comments on each other every now and then.

"You have terrible calligraphy, you know that?" Mu Qing mocked with a taunting smirk, his arms crosses against his chest as his eyes moves on to every illegible letter Feng Xin wrote in Chinese. And Feng Xin rolled his eyes,

"Wow, thanks for this life-changing information. Like I didn't know already."

Mu Qing rolled his eyes for the umpteenth time, taking Feng Xin's generally larger, veiny hand and guided it on the paper with his own soft, delicate one, ending up writing a Chinese character looking legible enough, more than Feng Xin could have written alone; as if it was to taunt him, "I think you should start some calligraphy classes, General."