"Hm?"
Lin Mingrong raised an eyebrow slightly. "Junior Brother, don't talk nonsense. Your master, Elder Li, didn't seem to mention you just now."
"He told me in private."
Li Hao could only say helplessly, "Senior Sister, just go on ahead. I'll follow you. If anything happens, I'll take responsibility."
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At his words, Lin Mingrong frowned. The excuse was so clumsy that she hardly knew how to expose it. But since he insisted on taking responsibility, and he wasn't a disciple of her master, it wouldn't implicate her. She couldn't be bothered with him anymore.
"You're on your own."
Leaving him with those words, she turned and walked straight ahead.
They passed through a small courtyard filled with floral fragrance. An attendant stood at the entrance to receive Li Hao and Lin Mingrong.
Behind the courtyard stood a palace resembling an ink-wash landscape. A barrier enveloped its interior, where immortal power was dense.
Dao power circulated, and simply standing here seemed enough to sense the great Dao origin.
The moment Li Hao stepped onto the long staircase outside the palace, the landscape before him stunned him.
He looked up and around at the multicolored clouds, the golden sun whose warm yellow light wasn't dazzling, and the drifting wisps of colorful cloud. In an instant, he was certain: this wasn't a palace, but a painting!
Aside from the towering palace before him, everything around it was painted!
Li Hao marveled at such exquisite artistry. Although he could paint monsters such as dragons and phoenixes and give them combat power, the painting skill behind this seamlessly natural world was clearly beyond his own.
"Hm."
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Sensing the footsteps behind her stop, Lin Mingrong frowned slightly. Seeing Li Hao standing still, she said:
"It's not too late to change your mind. There's no