Calligraphy Contest (3)

Rotating the quill playfully between his fingers, Mao Nianzu casually said, "one can survive a disaster but not a self-made calamity."

He took out five escape talismans, then sneakily gave them to the middle-aged man. "Once it's used, you can travel a few hundred miles. Activate it when Sword Lotus comes over."

Although the middle-aged man accepted it, his face showed a look of puzzlement and hesitation.

Soon after, Sword Lotus stole a few glances toward Mao Nianzu from the jury.

"Impatient rascal." Mao Nianzu smiled.

The middle-aged man could not pull his gaze from the jury's side. He lowered his voice while clutching the talisman tightly. "Young scholar, are we going to run away? Elder Mi has declared that you will either be killed or imprisoned." 

"It is not a self-made calamity so don't worry about me. Instead, use them properly and save yourself," said Mao Nianzu.