"That's right, the Painter." Qin Mingshen nodded. "Though more accurately, it was... [Fate]."
"[Fate] actually made a move?" A flicker of surprise passed through Bai Ye's eyes. In his impression, [Fate] had always been an old schemer, forever pulling strings from behind the scenes and rarely acting directly, much like the Painter.
Thus, [Fate] was also known as the Little Painter.
"It's rather complicated to explain. It would be more intuitive for Mr. Bai to see it himself."
Whether it was truly too complicated or Qin Mingshen was deliberately maintaining his aloof persona, he extended a finger and lightly tapped the air.
In an instant, the void rippled like water, and a screen slowly unfurled before them like a painted scroll.
The first person to appear was Li Xiao. After all, this scene unfolded from Qin Mingshen's perspective, and Qin Mingshen was Li Xiao's avatar.
On the ruin-like battlefield of Ten Thousand Woods, Li Xiao was still leaning against half a locomotive.
Bathed in blood, he looked down on Yinglong with the bearing of a victor.
That contempt deeply wounded Yinglong. Even though she was the one still standing in the end, she felt like the true loser.
The ferocious purple dragon head slowly lowered as she stared deeply at Li Xiao.
"You're right. I really am a weakling hiding inside armor, but none of that matters now. What matters is... you're going to die."
She walked toward Li Xiao step by step, the shadow of death swallowing him bit by bit like a rising tide.
Li Xiao raised his eyes with difficulty. Blood stained his vision red, yet his gaze held not the slightest hint of evasion.
"Pitiful weakling, remember this day well, because..."
His voice paused, and the corners of his mouth split into a grim smile stained