The expectant gazes of the crowd put Chen Changan under considerable pressure.
No one understood his own abilities better than he did.
Painting?
Ever since Chen Changan had created the Little Chick Eating Rice Drawing in the Great Profound Realm, he had completely bid farewell to the world of painting.
Could it be that this time, he would bring this peerless Divine Work back to light?
"I'm a little nervous. Can Brother Chen really do it?" Gu Minglou asked Mu Yunyao nervously.
Hearing Gu Minglou's question, Mu Yunyao could only shake her head helplessly.
She still remembered that Little Chick Eating Rice Drawing from back then.
Most likely, Da Huang was the only one who thought the painting was excellent.
The entire third floor was utterly quiet. Everyone watched Chen Changan with serious expressions.
After a long while, Chen Changan suddenly tossed the paintbrush in his hand aside.
Seeing this, everyone looked confused.
He'd thrown away the brush?
How was he supposed to paint now?
"What's going on?"
"Could Young Master Chen have given up?"
"That can't be right. The Son of the Sage of Literature couldn't possibly be unable to paint, could he?"
"That's not necessarily true. It seems the Sage of Literature left behind no paintings back then. Perhaps he wasn't skilled in this art either, so naturally his son couldn't paint."
"Ah, what a pity. I thought we'd get to see some world-shaking masterpiece today."
"Wait, he hasn't given up. He's..."
Amid the crowd's baffled stares, Chen Changan plunged his hand straight into the inkstone!
Once his palm was covered in ink, Chen Changan began swiftly smearing it across the blank paper.
"This..."
The sight left everyone dumbfounded. They had never seen anyone paint like this.
How could randomly smearing ink with one's palm possibly create a