The Scholar seemed to have finally noticed Xiao Xiao's presence.
Its face showed surprise.
Xiao Xiao smiled.
"Hello."
Artists always had a level of focus beyond that of ordinary people.
He understood.
The Scholar stared blankly at Xiao Xiao for a while.
Just as Xiao Xiao thought the Black Pipa ghost's reaction would repeat itself with this demon, the Scholar's gaze returned to the painting in front of him.
Its expression and aura didn't change at all.
It was as if Xiao Xiao were a human it couldn't see.
Xiao Xiao: ...
He gave a slight shrug.
All right.
Clearly, in this demon's eyes, he was nowhere near as important as the painting.
Rather than waste time interacting with him, it would be better to keep looking at the painting.
"Rustle, rustle~"
The faint sound rang out again.
Xiao Xiao turned his head.
The Scholar-shaped demon lowered its head once more, its hand gripping the brush moving without pause.
Xiao Xiao quickly looked up behind the Scholar.
A flower bloomed before his eyes.
Its petals were full and lush.
Its form was graceful and open.
The way it reached upward held a hint of carefree abandon.
It felt a little like a silent film.
Black and white.
No sound.
Yet it still stirred the heart.
The more awe-inspiring the moment before, the more regret Xiao Xiao felt in the next, as he watched the flower appear to be erased by a rubber.
He suddenly thought of the Pipa ghost.
Perhaps that was partly because he had just seen the Black Pipa ghost.
The first time he heard the Pipa ghost play, it had been the same.
The abruptly halted music, like the painting that had vanished before his eyes, left him feeling regretful.
Xiao