Su Changyu felt miserable.
At first, when he learned that Ye Ping had made two paintings, Su Changyu had been delighted.
He had even planned it all out.
Once the two paintings were sold, they would surely bring in a huge sum. After deducting the money needed to forge weapons for his junior brothers, he could use the extra silver to buy himself two new sets of clothes.
Lingluo Workshop had recently released several particularly handsome Sword Immortal outfits. If the paintings truly sold for an astronomical price, he could talk to Master afterward. Surely he could get two sets, right?
But what he had not expected was that damned Xu Luochen had actually ruined a painting worth ten thousand gold just like that.
At the thought of it, Su Changyu's heart felt as though it were being carved by a knife.
If it had just been a portrait with a bit of a discount, it could still have sold for four or five thousand taels of gold, right?
It would have been fine if he had not inscribed a poem, but he had written one himself? And even signed it with his own name?
Even if someone had been willing to take it, they would have offered at most a few hundred taels of gold, right?
Thinking of this, Su Changyu could not help but feel the flesh ache.
But the deed was done, and he had also vented his anger, so Su Changyu had nothing more to say.
"It's better not to tell the Sect Leader about this. With Master's temperament, Luo Chen probably won't live to see tomorrow's sun."
After a while, Su Changyu sighed and muttered to himself.
It was enough that he knew about this. After all, he had beaten Xu Luochen up, and the