"All right, your turn." After finishing her painting and giving him a brush, Ink Fairy pursed her lips in a smile and spoke to Fang Qianyuan.
Little White's ears perked up. She seemed to understand what the two of them were doing, and promptly changed her pose, striking a majestic stance with a commanding gaze.
Fang Qianyuan smiled at Little White. "You know I'm going to paint you too? All right, that looks pretty good. Don't move."
"Wait a moment." Ink Fairy looked around and suggested, "It still feels as though something's missing. How about this? Go over to that rock. Yes, right there. Put your front paws on it."
Little White seemed very interested in the whole affair and cheerfully followed her instructions. With the rock beneath her, she truly looked even more heroic and extraordinary.
Seeing Little White's flawless snowy fur, athletic posture, and extraordinary beauty, even Ink Fairy could not help praising her and urging Fang Qianyuan to start painting.
"Ready? This time, really don't move." Fang Qianyuan repeated his warning before finally raising his brush and beginning.
He had no Brush Immortal spirit creature, so naturally he had to follow the mundane world's methods of painting honestly. He began with a few simple strokes to outline the general shape, then gradually added more strokes to flesh out the details.
After quite some time, sweat broke out on Fang Qianyuan's forehead. He looked more exhausted than if he had fought a fierce battle, and his initial confidence had utterly vanished.
Ink Fairy giggled beside him. "What on earth are you painting? I can't take it! This is too funny!"
A distinctly human flicker of puzzlement crossed Little White's eyes. She hurried over to see what he had painted.
Fang Qianyuan hastily shielded it with his hand. "Little