Zoran sighed when he realized that Darryl was still upset. Even though Darryl was not his son by birth, he was much more than that. He did not wish to see him so devastated.
Darryl laughed bitterly. “Godfather, I am fine.”
Zoran patted him on his shoulder. “Darryl, your emotion is shown clearly on your face. As a man, one should never panic and worry. A man must try to keep himself calm. Why don’t you do some writing or drawing in my study? Try to relax. Your mood will worsen if you think about nonsense.”
“very well…” Darryl nodded and went to the study room.
‘Godfather is right. Instead of staying upset, it would be better if I do some writing and painting to keep myself calm.’
Zoran had three hobbies-reading, writing and drinking tea. So, his study room was quite unique. The number of books he had in his study room was comparable to a library.
A long study table was in the study room—pen, ink, and paper were arranged neatly on it.
Some said that writing could relax one’s emotions, and they were right. Once Darryl stood in front of the study table, he felt much better, but he did not know what to write or draw.
Right!
Darryl slapped his leg; he stood up and went into his room to take a set of writings.
The writings were a gift from Samson—it was Wang Xizi’s Ping’an Tie. It was invaluable, and Darryl had kept it properly.
Since he did not know what to write, he planned to copy some of the pages.
Darryl opened the Ping’an Tie and started to copy it carefully as he grumbled in his heart-each stroke was done extremely carefully.
Soon, Darryl was engrossed in his writing, and his heart had calmed completely.
Meanwhile, at the Spiritual Invisible Mountain.
It was the middle of the night, and Lily was tied and left in the deep creepy dungeon. She could not move at all.
The night was cold, and Lily’s weak body shook uncontrollably. Her entire body was also painful beyond any description.
Lanvin had beaten her with a belt in the morning. The beating was so intense that it almost took Lily’s life.
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