"A promissory note is a promissory note. As the most honest and trustworthy young master in Wu Zhou, is there anyone who doesn't know me? Would I try to swindle a frail woman like you?" Lu Bei chuckled, took the paper and brush, and scribbled down a few lines of chicken-scratch handwriting.
He did it on purpose.
In the world of immortal cultivation, there were calligraphy skill books. While his brushwork might not have reached a masterclass level, it was more than adequate for public display. He purposely wrote in terrible handwriting to make it easier to deny the debt later on.
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