Yun Hua could hardly wait to wave out her drawing board. Her brush flew as she threw herself wholeheartedly into her work.
In scarcely the time it took to drink a cup of tea, an exquisitely spirited "Immortal Lord Langhuan Tending the Garden" had taken shape. The Yun Qing in the painting stood aloof from worldly affairs, yet seemed to hold dominion over an entire realm, his majesty contained within.
Dao resonance flowed naturally, and its spiritual essence almost leaped from the paper!
Yun Hua stopped painting, her eyes gleaming. She was almost intoxicated with satisfaction.
Yet before she could savor it-
Yun Huang swept his sleeve.
The freshly completed painting flew neatly into his palm.
Yun Hua: "..."
She opened her mouth but dared not make a sound.
Yun Huang lowered his gaze to the painting and nodded slightly, seemingly quite satisfied. Then he swept his sleeve again.
The scenery spun before Yun Hua's eyes once more. When she came to her senses, she was back in the secluded valley, standing on the same bluestone. As soon as she looked up, she met Yun Ge's and Yun Pengxing's anxious gazes.
"Yun Hua! Are you all right?!" The two hurried over. Had a familiar golden divine seal not lingered where she disappeared-and had this not been the Yun Clan Territory, where no outsider could possibly break in-they would have rushed off for help long ago.
Still somewhat dazed, Yun Hua opened her mouth, about to gather her thoughts and describe that bizarre experience-
"Plop."
An exquisite storage pouch appeared out of thin air and dropped straight into her arms.
Yun Hua instinctively opened it, and her breath caught. It was filled with a painting cultivator's ultimate dreams!
Spiritual ink blended from ten-thousand-year-old stellar marrow, Void Celestial Cicada Silk capable of