Although Xie Huizhou had retired into seclusion, tales of him as the Spring Studio Hermit still circulated throughout the martial world.
After all, his Spring Palace Paintings were so daring that no one had surpassed them to this day. A whole crowd of fans eagerly awaited his new works, especially his Spring Palace Paintings.
Everywhere Xie Huizhou moved, he heard people discussing his Spring Palace Paintings.
"Have you heard of the Spring Studio Hermit? You can buy a collection of his paintings here for just five hundred copper coins!"
"The Spring Studio Hermit's Spring Palace Paintings are simply divine!"
"I heard he's already moved out of the Capital City. Maybe we'll even run into him on the street."
"I'm so curious about what sort of extraordinary person the Spring Studio Hermit must be to paint Spring Palace Paintings like these. He's even more mysterious than the emperor in his palace."
Stop being curious. Any more curiosity, and Xie Huizhou would have to crawl into a crack in the ground.
"Do they only look at one person's work? There are so many people painting Spring Palace Paintings, yet they keep talking about me until I'm embarrassed." Xie Huizhou was thin-skinned, and every time he heard someone discussing his Spring Palace Paintings, he felt incredibly awkward. "My retirement might as well not have happened. Lanhe, sooner or later, I'm fleeing overseas."
Xie Huizhou gulped down tea to hide his embarrassment.
Why didn't they talk about Fang Yuanke's war to found the nation, or the Divine Physician, or the rumors about the Imperial Preceptor being a monster, instead of keeping their eyes on his Spring Palace Paintings every single day?
He had his pride too, all right?
Zhang Lanhe poured him tea at his side and pushed a plate of osmanthus cakes