A scroll as tall as a man slowly unfurled.
In the County Yamen study, the frail Gu Yuan sat in a chair, coughing into a handkerchief. Two Gu Family disciples spread open this divine masterpiece born through countless twists and turns. The moment Shen Zhu, County Magistrate of Yeyu, along with his adviser and attendants, saw the painting, they all took a step back!
"A dragon... How is it alive... So ferocious!"
The more timid adviser collapsed onto the floor in disarray, his face deathly pale.
Though Shen Zhu was not as embarrassed as the adviser, he was little better off. It was not a dragon, yet it possessed the fearsome majesty of a true dragon, enough to chill the heart.
Ink stained the paper black. Dark clouds, black waves, and raging winds formed an apocalyptic scene like Divine Punishment. A white dragon soared between heaven and earth, fierce and proud, looking down upon all living things. It was a sensation unlike anything he had ever heard of. It differed from the legends, yet Shen Zhu felt that this was what a dragon truly looked like—far more majestic.
"Brother Gu truly possesses divine skill. May I ask how you captured the spirit of a true dragon? Could it be that you saw one with your own eyes?"
It had merely been a casual compliment, polite small talk, yet Gu Yuan nodded amid his coughing.
"Cough, cough... That is correct. When Gu was gravely ill and on the brink of death, my spirit wandered through the great void. The place I went was not an immortal realm, but a land of storms and floods. Cough, cough... It was fiercer than the Kun and Li Rivers, and I was fortunate enough to witness a true dragon."
Shen Zhu was immediately intrigued.
"Oh?