Ancestor Yao?
Lin Shan Hai and the others followed his gaze. When they saw Ancestor Yao looking their way, they froze in surprise, then turned to Li Hao.
When had Li Hao become acquainted with Ancestor Yao?
Had his ability to purify medicinal ingredients won her appreciation?
"Then hurry over. Don't keep Ancestor Yao waiting."
Lin Shan Hai urged him at once.
Li Hao nodded and flew out from the Floating Seats, crossing the ten arena stages before landing before Ancestor Yao and the other two Half-Saints.
Besides Lin Qingying and Bian Ruxue, another Saint Child and Saint Daughter stood nearby. There had originally been one more Saint Child, but he had left halfway through the matches, looking thoroughly bored.
"This junior pays his respects to the three seniors."
Li Hao cupped his hands.
Seeing that Li Hao was neither servile nor arrogant, and stood before them without trembling in fear, Ancestor Yao's eyes held an appreciative smile. She said:
"We were just discussing placing that painting you made in the Sword Tower. Would you agree?"
The painting?
Li Hao was somewhat surprised, but as a painter, he knew this was undoubtedly an immense recognition of his work. He smiled.
"Of course."
The three Half-Saints had expected his answer. After all, what a prestigious place the Sword Tower was! Even those who proclaimed themselves painting sages within the dynasties could hardly get their works into it.
"In that case, I'll send word for them to wait. Would you deliver it yourself shortly?" Ancestor Yao asked.
Li Hao's heart stirred, and he nodded. "All right."
He had already planned to look around the Sword Tower. Although he was not a disciple of the Sacred Land, it would have been easy enough to get those alchemists to pull some strings and slip