Bian Ruxue immediately probed with her Divine Sense. When she saw Li Hao behind the drawing board, she paused briefly, then soon remembered that he was the alchemist who had brought her medicine earlier.
Him?
Bian Ruxue's eyes flickered. She studied him for a moment, but ultimately shook her head slightly. He was in the mortal world. Even if he had encountered a fortunate opportunity like hers and come here, he could not possibly have become an alchemist.
Though she knew nothing about alchemy, she knew it differed from cultivation and required years of accumulated experience. She had also heard of the Qing Feng Alchemist's recent reputation. Such ability was far beyond what Li Hao could achieve in a mere hundred years.
Meanwhile, Li Hao was earnestly sketching.
As he observed carefully with his Painting Heart, he noticed that all three Half-Saints had become aware of him. But they did not seem inclined to stop him, which allowed him to breathe a quiet sigh of relief.
As his brush traced its inked lines, the three Half-Saints' figures soon sprang to life on the paper.
Next came their bearing and essence. Li Hao captured each of their distinctive spirits in the painting.
Time slowly passed. The battles on the arena stages ahead had already begun, but Li Hao remained immersed in his painting. Portraying three Half-Saints at once was no simple task. To say he poured his heart's blood into this painting would not have been an exaggeration.
Much later, amid the cheers from the audience below and the laughter and regret as Lin Shan Hai and the others won or lost their bets, Li Hao's thoughts gradually returned to his body from their utterly still concentration. The surrounding commotion surged over him, and at that moment, his painting was complete.