"Mask..."
Wen Li was clearly a little puzzled by Fu Qian's additional request.
After all, as far as she knew, he should be able to change his appearance at will.
"Bring me paper and a brush."
To spare Miss Wen from wasting any more brainpower, Fu Qian simply waved a hand, exuding the air of a great artist.
She had no objections and quickly arranged for it.
"Brush, ink, paper, and inkstone?"
A moment later, Fu Qian glanced at the things brought in and was briefly taken aback.
Wasn't this a bit too much?
"Ah, is that not right... Should I have them bring something else?"
Wen Li was carefully spreading out the paper for Fu Qian. At his words, she quickly asked him.
"No need. I didn't explain myself clearly enough."
Fu Qian reconsidered his request and accepted the brush.
These would work just fine for painting. Wen Li handled them with practiced ease—just as expected of someone from a scholarly family.
Fu Qian recalled the paperweight he'd used to smash someone in the Wen family mansion.
Too bad I haven't touched one of these in ages.
The next moment, he dipped the brush in ink. After a brief moment of thought, he quickly sketched the outline of a mask.
Under Fu Qian's precise control, a mask soon took shape on the paper.
Its eyes blazed with fury, its countenance solemn and imposing. Though rendered only in black and white, it radiated an intimidating authority that made Wen Li nod again and again.
"You want me to find a mask for you based on this design?"
"No need to be too particular. Just buy a blank one and paint something similar on it."
Fu Qian set down the brush, looking perfectly relaxed.
"I see..."
Unexpectedly, Wen Li's expression turned