"An Illusion Technique?!"
The young man's voice cracked.
"Ahem~"
He rubbed his neck, a bitter smile appearing on his face. "Is this really possible?"
Aside from monsters, there were Illusion Techniques too?
The young man took a deep breath. "Was this something my grandfather did?"
He was starting to suspect that the grandfather he'd known all his life was only one side of the man.
His grandfather had been hiding a lot of secrets.
Only now had he glimpsed the tip of the iceberg.
"Probably not."
Xiao Xiao shook his head.
The unexpected answer made the young man feel as though his emotions were riding a roller coaster, soaring up and plunging down.
"No?!"
The young man could hardly believe it.
"This was painted by two people."
Xiao Xiao looked thoughtful. "That's just a feeling."
He wasn't an expert on painting.
He couldn't see any subtle differences in brushwork between this scene and the surrounding landscape.
In fact, the scene blended seamlessly with the scenery around it. At first glance, it looked nothing like the work of two different people.
But his intuition told him that two people had indeed painted it.
The young man narrowed his eyes, then opened them wide.
It seemed... maybe... well...
He didn't know anymore.
In theory, he should have known his own grandfather's style better than anyone.
But he hadn't inherited a single artistic bone in his body.
The only thing he could say about a painting was whether it looked good or bad.
Now he couldn't even tell whether this one was his grandfather's work...
He really was a useless grandson.
The young man smiled bitterly.
He could only blame his childhood impatience.
After the novelty and curiosity of the first few times wore off, he stopped standing beside his