As his many thoughts converged, images of Lin Qingying practicing her sword over the past days surfaced in Li Hao's mind.
That graceful figure spun and danced through his mind.
Yet Li Hao's thoughts settled into complete stillness, his gaze turning focused and solemn.
The minor flaws he had noticed in her practice now sank into his heart, gathering at the tip of his brush at his will.
He ground his ink, lifted his brush, and set ink to paper. A woman of exquisite grace appeared on the white sheet, dancing lightly.
Her sword movements were divine, her eyes like a clear lake, her entire being imbued with the Sword Dao of Supreme Gentleness.
Under Li Hao's brush, her sword intent became purer and softer, like a pool of clear water, like drifting threads of rain.
Her sword intent was soft as cotton, her blade fine as a thread, her figure like rippling waves. Her attacks shifted without form, impossible to glimpse or fathom!
Once the first painting was finished, Li Hao used his power to lift the paper and suspend it in the air, then began the second painting, followed by the third.
He completed all three paintings in succession, spending six hours in total.
Completing the three paintings increased Li Hao's Painting Dao experience by seventy thousand, bringing him much closer to the million-experience threshold.
Emerging from his trance of utter absorption, Li Hao looked at the woman still sitting cross-legged in the courtyard, contemplating her sword. He floated the three paintings over to her and said:
"These three paintings are for you. Take a look."
With that, he rose, put away his drawing board, brush, and ink, and returned to his own courtyard.
Lin Qingying opened her eyes and gazed at the three paintings floating before her.