"Mirafael. Feng?" Angel repeated the name, then stared at the hooded man in astonishment. "You are Lord Demon Painter?"
"You look surprised?" Feng raised a brow.
Angel shook his head. "No... I just never expected Lord Demon Painter to look so young."
After speaking, Angel reached out and tapped the air. An oil portrait that looked to be from a long time ago appeared before Feng. The painting depicted a kindly old man with a broad smile, carrying a huge barrel of rolled-up paintings on his back and holding a brush covered in blue-gold pigment.
"This is a portrait of Mr. Feng that I saw in an issue of the Record of Plane Expeditions."
Feng gazed at the old man in the painting with great interest, a trace of nostalgia drifting into his eyes. Only after a long while did he speak. "How nostalgic... The man in the painting was indeed me. I once traveled among the Painters' Guilds of various countries and even served as chairman of the Painters' Guild for around fifty years. To avoid trouble, I wore that face for a while."
The Painters' Guild was an organization founded by mortals. If Feng had spent fifty years mingling in a mortal organization while remaining forever young, it would surely have caused a great stir. That was why he had taken on such an appearance.
Yet Feng had never expected that the face he had only used for such a short time would ultimately be recorded in the Record of Plane Expeditions.
As Feng spoke, Angel's thoughts were also racing.
Was the person before him truly Feng? All signs suggested that he could indeed be Feng, and the most important point was that there was no reason for him to deceive Angel.
Yet Feng's appearance here was somewhat