The Great Brahma Buddha Son also came before Zhang Huatian and spoke.
"Oh? From your tone, could you also have come to appreciate that Lotus Painting?"
"But you spend every day studying Buddhist Dharma and go into seclusion at the drop of a hat. What would you know about the Calligraphy and Painting Dao? Art isn't something a brute like you can appreciate."
The corners of the Changqing Daoist's lips curled upward. Ever since childhood, the two had regarded each other as lifelong rivals.
As an Ancient Saying went, the one who understood you best was often your opponent.
How could the Changqing Daoist not know what sort of person the Great Brahma Buddha Son was?
His heart was wholly devoted to Buddhist Dharma and Buddhism. He had no interest whatsoever in the four arts.
The Changqing Daoist would never believe that he had come today to appreciate the Lotus Painting as well.
"Naturally, this humble monk knows nothing of the Calligraphy and Painting Dao."
"But this Lotus Painting was created by Young Master Ye Tian. I believe he is the innate Buddha embryo of our Buddhist legends. I came to view it in hopes of finding a shred of evidence."
"Hmph, you Buddhists really are shameless. Whenever you come across something good or a prodigy with potential—"
As the two argued below, Zhang Huatian sat in the central seat, feeling rather speechless.
So these two youngsters hadn't come for him. He had thought they were here to become his disciples and learn his craft.
That alone would have been tolerable, but it turned out they had both sought him out for the Lotus Painting Ye Tian had created.
At that moment, Zhang Huatian felt as though his heart had suffered ten thousand points of critical damage.
He was, after