Xiao Hua watched from atop the high wall, his heart filled with righteous indignation. Though he was already a Nascent Soul Grandmaster, he could not help wanting to intervene when he saw such wickedness.
But when he saw Wang Zhengfei stubbornly begin to draw a tiger, his heart stirred again. The woman inside the dog cage was not in any immediate danger, and the iron chains were exceedingly sturdy, so he stopped once more and watched Wang Zhengfei draw with great interest. He wanted to see how Wang Zhengfei's tiger could possibly frighten off the vicious dog.
Sadly, after a moment, Xiao Hua laughed. It was quite simple: Wang Zhengfei's tiger was no tiger at all. It looked more like a cat—a greatly enlarged cat.
Was this what they meant by trying to paint a tiger and ending up resembling a cat instead? Xiao Hua laughed inwardly.
The vicious steward's expression had initially been ugly, but when he saw Wang Zhengfei's tiger, he could not help but become delighted. He knew Wang Zhengfei could not paint tigers, so he would have no choice but to revise the young lady's portrait according to his own designs. Moreover, he understood that his young lady's face had a flaw. Under no circumstances could they ask a painter from Pingxi City to paint her; otherwise, before the young lady's portrait had even been delivered to the County Magistrate's Mansion, the county magistrate's son would already know. Although Wang Zhengfei was young, his paintings appeared better than those of ordinary painters. Their master truly had to rely on Wang Zhengfei.
"Well?" the vicious steward sneered. "You think you can scare off the vicious dog with that tiger? Want me to let the dog out?"
"B-but..." Wang Zhengfei flushed bright red. "I said I could draw