A Verbal Agreement

White Stone County.

It was still early, and after learning about the incident in White Stone County, Fang Zelin left Beiqu County directly.

As I left, I saw a group of people heading towards Beiqu County in the distance.

Judging from the clothes worn by the people on horseback, they must all be government officials.

Following the map's directions, Fang Zelin roughly determined the location of White Stone County and then headed along the official road.

Although he knew there was a master in White Stone County, Fang Zelin did not rush to go there.

For Fang Zelin, the journey was also a form of spiritual practice.

After a year of cultivation, Fang Zelin's temperament has become much more settled.

If it were before, I probably would have already rushed there by now.

But now, Fang Zelin was quite leisurely, his eyes fixed on the beautiful scenery around him.

From here to White Stone County, part of the journey is by water.

Fang Zelin boarded a boat at a riverbank and Higher Vehicle the river, taking in the scenery along the banks.

The artisans of the Great Jin were quite skilled, and the ships they built were enormous.

There are even watertight compartments in the bottom of the ship.

The ship's massive hull makes it quite stable when it sails.

There was a painter on the ship who was extremely skilled in painting.

As Fang Zelin sat at the bow of the boat admiring the scenery, he saw the painter wielding his brush, vividly depicting layers of mountains and rivers.

Fang Zelin watched from the sidelines, somewhat amazed.

As a layman, he still felt that the other party was extremely skilled in such painting techniques.

"Sir."

Fang Zelin watched intently, unaware that after the painter finished, he stood up and cupped his hands in a respectful gesture towards him.

"Hmm? What is it?"

Upon seeing the other person greet him, Fang Zelin asked, somewhat puzzled.

"I find you to possess an exceptional air of Higher Vehicle and handsome features, yet also an ethereal and otherworldly quality. My heart is itching to paint a picture for you."

The artist spoke with utmost sincerity.

He had noticed Fang Zelin just now, but he hadn't finished drawing yet, so he didn't say anything.

Now that the painting is finally finished, I want to paint a picture of Fang Zelin.

With Fang Zelin's temperament, it would be extremely difficult to depict him in a painting, but if it were possible, it would surely be a masterpiece!

Painting yourself?

Fang Zelin was taken aback when he heard this, not expecting the other party to make such a request.

After a moment's thought, Fang Zelin readily agreed.

"Then I'll trouble you!"

After speaking, Fang Zelin, at the artist's request, stood with his hands behind his back at the bow of the ship.

His slender figure stood out exceptionally well as he stood at the bow of the ship.

The painter Ran Ziming was overjoyed upon seeing this and immediately sat down to paint.

It's incredibly difficult to fully depict someone like Fang Zelin.

But for him, that was a challenge, and if he could do it, his painting skills would surely reach a higher level in the future.

Unfortunately, this was still too difficult for him.

Ran Ziming sat at the bow of the boat, waiting for the sun to set behind the western mountains and for the moon to rise again. When he got to the part about painting the face, he could no longer put down his brush.

Deep the Unseen, he felt that the stroke of the brush was wrong; it wouldn't produce the result he wanted.

So it was delayed indefinitely, and even when the moon rose above the willow tree, he still couldn't put pen to paper.

As the night passed, Ran Ziming felt dizzy and her head was throbbing.

However, at that moment, a ray of light pierced through the clouds in the distance, and a rising sun slowly emerged.

The rising sun appeared exceptionally gentle at this moment.

The wind on the river made Fang Zelin's long sleeves flutter loudly, as if he were about to ride the wind away at any moment.

Upon seeing this scene, Ran Ziming felt a sudden burst of inspiration, as if a thunderbolt had struck her mind.

Then he quickly picked up his brush and began to write.

After Ran Ziming finished the last stroke, her forehead was covered in a fine layer of sweat.

Ran Ziming tossed the pen aside and then burst into laughter.

"It's done! It's done!"

Looking at Fang Zelin in the painting, whose figure was like that of a celestial being, he felt an extreme joy in his heart.

Such a painting, it's unbelievable, was created by him.

I would have no regrets in this life!

Fang Zelin turned around upon hearing the voice, then stepped over to the other person's side.

He had been standing there since yesterday, and by midnight, seeing that the other person was still not writing, Fang Zelin was about to ask him what was wrong.

Seeing the other person's worried expression, he didn't say anything to disturb them.

Is it finally finished?

Fang Zelin glanced at the painting and then saw a slender figure in it, with wide sleeves fluttering in the wind.

The sword behind him is an ordinary one, but it conveys an extraordinary artistic conception in the painting.

Fang Zelin in the painting only shows his profile, but his ethereal aura is vividly portrayed.

The sun rises in the distance at this moment.

The person in the painting seems to be about to ascend to heaven.

At first glance, the painting doesn't seem particularly special, but upon closer inspection, one can sense the artistic conception within it.

"Sharp!"

Even Fang Zelin couldn't help but exclaim in admiration at this moment; the painting was truly exceptional.

"Brother, this painting is one of my masterpieces, and I should have given it to you as a token of my gratitude for your help. However, I wish to keep it as a personal possession."

Ran Ziming looked at Fang Zelin with a pleading expression on her face.

Upon hearing this, Fang Zelin glanced at the painting in the other person's hand and suddenly smiled.

"Then you shall keep it as a collection. When you have settled down and started a family, you shall pass this painting down through generations, how about that? If one day I see this painting again, I will grant your family one small request, and then I will take the painting with me."

To be honest, Fang Zelin himself liked this painting very much.

I originally wanted to buy it with some money, but after hearing what the other party said, I felt it was a bit unreasonable.

After thinking for a moment, Fang Zelin made a verbal agreement.

He is, after all, a cultivator; surely he couldn't possibly outlive his opponent?

By then, Fang Zelin's skills will have improved considerably.

I think I can fulfill a small, ordinary request made to the younger generation.

"Brother, you mean your junior?"

Ran Ziming was stunned for a moment upon hearing this, and then asked in surprise.

He and Fang Zelin were about the same age, and according to Fang Zelin, it would be great if he could see his descendants.

How could this person think he could live so long?

Fang Zelin smiled upon hearing this, "I am Fang. May I ask where you live, sir?"

"My home is in the Ran Willow Cloud Ward, the capital city."

Upon hearing this, Ran Ziming subconsciously responded.

"I will remember this place."

Fang Zelin nodded upon hearing this, then looked at the location, turned around, jumped off the boat, and landed steadily on the river.

Then we walked across the river.

Fang Zelin was about to disembark here; taking another boat would take him a long way, and unfortunately there was no port here, so he had to leave on his own.

The sun had just risen, and the people on the boat were still asleep. Only Ran Ziming stared blankly as Fang Zelin walked on the water, disappearing into the morning mist as he went further and further away.