Fang Qianyuan had indeed put his heart into it.
His wish to travel through all the world's beautiful and wondrous landscapes and challenge its heroes and mighty warriors had given Fang Qianyuan the idea of learning the Way of Painting. He thought that, when he grew too old to move, he would still have something to cherish, or a collection of paintings from his travels to pass down to his descendants.
In life, there were countless things one could do: scurry like flies and scrape like dogs through a lifetime of mediocrity, or live with heroic grandeur and change the world.
Having something to cherish was well worth looking forward to.
For the entire following day, Fang Qianyuan spent all his time painting apart from his regular cultivation.
Because Little White was angry and refused to let him paint her again, Fang Qianyuan's subject this time was Miss Wen Qingfei.
With nothing to do and no desire to disturb her busy eldest sister, she had come over to the Peach Grove to play. When she heard Fang Qianyuan's request, she readily agreed.
Unlike Little White, she did not mind Fang Qianyuan painting her crookedly. Good or bad, she laughed it off, and even comforted and encouraged him instead.
The Ink Fairy also came over to take a look. She casually pointed out a few of Fang Qianyuan's shortcomings, but could not help remarking, "You're improving very quickly. You already look like a genuine beginner."
She was not flattering him. In just one night, Fang Qianyuan's paintings had begun to take on reasonably proper forms.
Although a master painter would still consider them mere scribbles, at least they were no longer as crooked and misshapen as yesterday's.
"Actually..." After a while, the Ink Fairy could not help adding, "if all you