Under the influence of this place's power of rules, the Painting Spirit had opened up a space within her painting that belonged to her alone.
Su Jiu found this quite intriguing.
She looked around as she walked. Both the peach trees and the little pavilion here were remarkably lifelike.
Peach branches danced in the wind, shedding petals that carpeted the ground in pink.
Su Jiu continued along the shaded path. Less than a quarter of an hour later, she suddenly stopped.
She looked at the Painting Spirit beside her.
The Painting Spirit looked somewhat embarrassed. "My natural aptitude is limited. This is the boundary of my space."
A spatial boundary was the dividing line marking the extent of a space.
Just as the Painting Spirit had said, how far one could expand a space depended not only on comprehension, but even more on natural aptitude.
The greater one's aptitude, the larger the space one could create.
But to Su Jiu, what the Painting Spirit had achieved was already remarkable. After all, this painting scroll had been drawn by mortal hands. Only because it had existed for so long, and had happened to be nourished by the spiritual qi of heaven and earth, had it given birth to a spirit.
Back then, she had taken the Painting Spirit with her purely because she could not bear to leave her behind. She had never expected her to encounter such fortune now.
For an ordinary mortal object to have come this far, step by step, was truly no small feat.
The Painting Spirit waved her hand, and a pink, fragrant mist rose. In another instant, they were back beside the Spring Water.
"If A Jiu is ever pursued by enemies, I'll be able to help now." When that happened, she could take A