"Yes." Yan Qing confirmed Zhang Yingbo's words.
Ding Songyan had not expected this additional lead. Pleasantly surprised, he asked:
"Miss Zhang, Hero Yan, do you still remember what that vendor looked like?"
The proprietor of the Night Market on South-Pacifying Street had only a vague impression of the vendor. After the Martial Prohibition Bureau took over, they had used dream-related techniques to make him "recall" the general details, but the portrait drawn from his account was still rather indistinct and inaccurate.
With so many gazes turning toward her, Zhang Yingbo grew faintly excited, her beauty blazing all the brighter.
She nodded like a chick pecking at grain:
"I do. He was the only one selling burial artifacts at the Night Market. I was quite curious about him at the time."
At this point, Zhang Yingbo lifted her head with a hint of pride:
"I'm also good at painting. I can draw him for you."
Her charming gestures and expressions nearly made Fan Chunlin and the others forget to breathe.
She truly deserved her place in the Rivers and Lakes Beauty Register. Every frown and smile was a sight to behold, leaving everything around her pale by comparison.
Do you Five Saints Sect disciples have to practice music, chess, calligraphy, and painting as well as martial arts? Lay Buddhist Little Zhang and his fellow busybodies were quite accurate in describing Miss Zhang as "warm and radiant"... Ding Songyan took a couple of purely appreciative looks, then smiled and pointed at the Cheap Wine Shop:
"Better to arrive at the right moment than to arrive early. I'll ask the proprietor to lend us some paper and brushes."
Twelfth Madam Luo did not refuse. Instead, she warmly led them into the rear courtyard, brought out brushes, paper, and other supplies, and placed them