After putting the four paintings in place, Liu Lang had originally intended to return to the Prefectural City as Chen Yi had arranged.
But he was simply too curious.
Those four paintings were clearly perfectly ordinary, yet he had been instructed to hide them in four locations-west, south, and north of the Prefectural City, and beside the Chishui River-all a hundred li from the city.
And so Liu Lang doubled back, found a random corner to crouch in, and waited to see what tricks these paintings held.
Then he witnessed a bizarre sight: the painting he had hidden beneath a tree, already soaked through by the rain, inexplicably began to emit a faint fluorescent glow.
Though it was not bright, it was indeed a layer of fluorescent light.
Especially in the Hunan night, it stood out as clearly as a campfire.
Then a figure stepped out of that light, dressed in black, wearing a bamboo hat, with a longsword hanging at his waist.
It was none other than Song Jin Jian, the "Uncontested Sword," whom Chen Yi had brought back to the Residence South of the City.
To be honest.
When Liu Lang first saw this, he nearly thought his boss had used some secret art to turn a living person into a painting.
Only after following this "Song Jin Jian" to the Chishui River and seeing three more "Song Jin Jians" did he understand that this was indeed some sort of secret art.
But it was no vanishing-person trick. It was a terrifying secret art that "brought people to life from paintings."
"One painting, one Great Grandmaster."
"Four paintings, four Great Grandmasters."
"What if there were a hundred paintings, a thousand paintings-how terrifying would that be?"
Liu Lang's speculation was both right and wrong.
There could indeed be thousands