The Overseas Archipelago.
Chen Yu abruptly opened his eyes, swung out of bed, and immediately fixed his gaze on the desk.
"I have to hurry. I can't forget."
He rushed to the desk at once, his mind seemingly unsure what he should spread out.
He looked left and right before finally settling on the paper.
He spread out the rice paper and took up a brush.
He wanted to begin writing and painting, only to discover there was no ink.
"Damn it, of all times."
He took a deep breath and began grinding ink.
"Calm down. There's still time. There's still time."
He kept grinding, kept recalling.
He had to carve what he had just seen into his mind to keep from forgetting it. He had to remember every detail.
A short while later.
With the ink ground and the image already outlined in his mind, Chen Yu set his brush flying.
Fine lines fell into place, smooth and natural.
In fact, the more he painted, the more excited he became.
An outline appeared on the rice paper-a figure.
He stood with his hands behind his back, his eyes serene, an indescribable radiance suffusing his entire body.
The painting had acquired a "spirit."
No words were needed.
Only after Chen Yu put down his brush did he breathe a sigh of relief.
Beads of sweat the size of beans fell.
Fortunately, he caught them.
He then stepped back several paces, distancing himself from the figure on the desk.
He was terribly afraid of sullying it.
"It's done!"
He was filled with emotion.
It was Jiang Man's figure. The details were indistinct, yet nothing felt out of place, as though this was simply how he ought to be.
Not daring to delay, Chen Yu left the Archipelago.
He arrived out on