"So terrifying... so terrifying!"
"Could this be myth come to life? Can a human really have this much Qi? What a monster!"
In the distance, Zhang Chulan stopped as he made his way through the dense woods and looked up at the sky, his gaze flickering wildly. If he had strength like that, what would it matter even if everything special about Feng Baobao were made public?
He had only just left the inner hall when Xu San and Xu Si told him Sister Baobao was missing.
He had never expected to see this divine painting covering the heavens before he had gone very far.
He rubbed his eyes, then rubbed them again. The mountain was still there. It was no illusion. All he could do was murmur in wonder.
"Senior... what are you up to this time?"
Only Lu You could do this. That was something he was certain of. No one else could.
Perhaps the Old Celestial Master could do it with some special means? He did not know.
Whatever the case, his immediate priority was finding Sister Baobao. He was frantic with worry, constantly forcing himself to stay calm.
"Sister Baobao is stronger than me. She'll definitely be able to protect herself."
Xu San and Xu Si, who were also searching for Feng Baobao, stopped. Xu San pushed up his glasses, light reflecting off the lenses. His throat tightened, and he fell utterly silent.
"Is this... Divine Painting? No, Divine Painting definitely can't work on this scale..."
"It must be that Daoist's work. He got Divine Painting from the Wang Family. It's perfectly normal for him to reach this level in a few days... right?"
Xu Si held a cigarette between his lips. It had nearly burned down to the filter, but he had forgotten to