"So you've been crying here for this long?" Lu Sheng said speechlessly.
Yi An remained silent, only wiping away tears over and over.
"Alright, get up. Stop lying on the ground. Didn't you want to learn painting from me?" Lu Sheng said casually. "If this is all the resolve you have, there's no way I'll pass my painting skills on to you."
"???" Yi An froze at once and looked up at him, unable to understand what the two had to do with each other.
Lu Sheng gazed at the distant lake, recalling the days when he had learned painting in that world. His heart was filled with emotion.
"Do you think my painting skills are impressive?"
"Very impressive!! I've simulated the works of many masters, but none of them were as stunning as your paintings." Yi An nodded. Her attention had temporarily been diverted, and she no longer seemed quite so heartbroken.
"Your talent is very good. It could be said that you are the second most talented person I have seen so far," Lu Sheng said calmly. "I once had a disciple with incomparably powerful talent. Unfortunately... he betrayed me in the end.
"He actually wanted to use the skills I taught him to resist me. So... he died."
"What??" Yi An could not process it. Hadn't they just been talking about painting? How had it suddenly jumped to someone dying? "Countless people once tried to use their skills to oppose me, but they all failed. I concealed myself behind the scenes, mastering innumerable painting techniques. None could rival me; none could reach the heights I attained.
"But no one—no one—could ever reach my level again. They could not even come close to me." Lu Sheng sighed.
Yi An felt as though she was not listening to the