Xue Qingcheng naturally knew what the old woman wanted to do, so she looked toward me. I knew that leaving too quickly would inevitably arouse suspicion, so I said, "That works. Let's pay a visit to the End God first, and then I'll give you some pointers."
"This is truly wonderful! Thank you for the Hidden God's enthusiastic assistance! This Sect Master is deeply grateful!" The End God Sect Master was overjoyed. Of course, that was merely on the surface. The benefits cost him nothing, and if he gained them, all the better—who would complain?
The Right Spirit King chuckled, then took the initiative to lead us to the tallest pavilion. Sure enough, a painting hung in the central hall. The figure in it resembled the statues of the gods from the Four Cities and One Hall, vivid as life. He walked with a sword on his back, looking quite imposing. But to me, he was definitely a narcissist. Who would hang their own portrait in the central position of a hall?
I glanced at the signature. It read "Liu Yu," and those same two characters appeared on the seal.
"This painting was done by the Immortal Liu Yu, who was also the first Sect Master of the End God Sect. He depicted the End God as majestic and awe-inspiring. It has truly opened our eyes!" the End God Sect Master said happily.
I saluted the End God, then said, "If this were the real person, I would pay my respects properly. But a portrait is ultimately just a portrait. It can never compare to even one ten-thousandth of the original."
Although the Sect Master, the Right Spirit King, and the Left Spirit King were stunned, they quickly showed their understanding. After all, even Xue Qingcheng was acting this way.