The Infinite Painter of the World

In the small building where the High Heaven Pavilion Master lived alone.

The dashing and ethereal Ye Lingxiao held a brush, carefully sketching.

Ye Qingyu was browsing through an ancient tome in front of the bookshelf, looking indifferent.

"Father," she asked, seemingly offhandedly, "when Du Ruhui came over the other day, what did he say to you?"

Ye Lingxiao stopped his brush and turned his head to look at his daughter with a half-smile: "Is it you who wants to know, or is it that brat?"

Ye Qingyu wrinkled her delicate nose: "What 'that brat, this brat'? He has a name."

"Right. Surname Jiang, given name 'An'an's brother'." Ye Lingxiao rolled his eyes: "That is the status he holds in my heart."

"He didn't come looking for me; I'm just curious myself." Ye Qingyu shoved the book back and pulled out another one at random, her voice tinged with dissatisfaction: "My dear Pavilion Master, how did Brother Jiang offend you?"

Ye Lingxiao glared: "What do you mean? The Cloud Peak Immortal Palace I prepared for you was snatched away by him; it's already generous of me not to give him trouble! Must I coddle him too?"

"Alright, alright." Ye Qingyu flipped through a few pages carelessly, dismissing him: "You don't actually care that much, don't think I don't know."

"That is the Cloud Peak Immortal Palace! One of the Nine Immortal Palaces from the Recent Antiquity Era. How could I not care? I put so much thought into it for you, you silly girl!" Ye Lingxiao jumped up in a hurry, completely devoid of his usual masterly demeanor.

"Uncle Ugly told me everything." Ye Qingyu shot him a look: "A Divine Ability Fruit appears every thirty-three years, but the Cloud Seals require the right time, place, and people. What you