Xiao Hua stood atop the high wall, burning with righteous indignation. Though he was already a Nascent Soul Grandmaster, he still could not help wanting to intervene when he saw such evil.
Yet when he saw Wang Zhengfei stubbornly begin painting a tiger, his heart stirred again. Seeing that the woman in the dog cage was not in any immediate danger, and that the iron chains were extremely sturdy, he stopped once more and watched Wang Zhengfei paint the tiger with great interest. He wanted to see just how Wang Zhengfei's tiger could frighten off the vicious dog.
Unfortunately, after a moment, Xiao Hua smiled. It was simple: Wang Zhengfei's tiger was not a tiger at all. It looked more like a cat—a greatly enlarged cat.
Is this what they mean by trying to paint a tiger and ending up with 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 becoming delighted. He knew Wang Zhengfei could not paint tigers and would have no choice but to alter the young lady's portrait according to his plan. Moreover, he understood that his young lady had a flaw on her face and absolutely could not let any painter in Pingxi City paint her. Otherwise, before her portrait had even been delivered to the County Magistrate's Mansion, the county magistrate's son would already know. Though Wang Zhengfei was young, his paintings looked better than those of ordinary painters. Their master truly had to rely on Wang Zhengfei.
"How is it?" the vicious steward sneered. "You think this tiger of yours can scare off the vicious dog? Want me to let it out?"
"But..." Wang Zhengfei flushed scarlet. "This little one said that anything I've seen, I