The drawing Ji Yuan spread across the ground was pitch-black, seemingly devoid of any image. It merely swallowed every structure of the Imperial Palace and the city, while the painting overhead contained nothing but the night sky and a conspicuous bright moon.
At this point, apart from that Buddhist Pagoda seeming to remain between the two paintings of heaven and earth, everything in the Xia Yong Imperial City appeared to have vanished in an instant.
Yet Zhu Yan seemed to have no reaction to this. His face showed shock as he stared at Ji Yuan below, still dressed in eunuch robes, as though he were meeting Ji Yuan for the first time.
"You..."
Ji Yuan raised his head to meet Zhu Yan's gaze and said calmly,
"This person Ji knew that once I painted that moon, you would find it difficult to distinguish the night-sky painting overhead from the bottom of your heart."
For a Ferocious Entity like Zhu Yan, even if he appeared to be a boorish brute on the surface, Ji Yuan would never believe that he truly was one. A trap arranged in advance would be difficult to use to ensnare him directly.
Why had Zhu Yan failed to notice anything amiss for so long this time, only realizing it after Ji Yuan appeared and filled in the blind spot? At its root, it was all because of that moon.
Ji Yuan's paintings could pass for the real thing. Combined with the Method of Heaven and Earth Transformation, they were wondrous indeed, but Ji Yuan felt that while they might deceive others, they might not deceive Zhu Yan. Yet in this moon, Ji Yuan had painted a trace of the feeling of the Silver Toad.
In Zhu Yan's understanding, although Ji Yuan's cultivation was quite remarkable, he