And at the very end.
There was unexpectedly one more letter.
Chen Xun slowly unfolded it. It carried a natural fragrance—Gu Qingyan.
Yet there were no words inside, only a painting.
The sun, the earth, the river.
"Ha, ha." Chen Xun suddenly gave a dry laugh. After looking at it for a long while, he said, "I've truly never seen such a crude painting before..."
For the moment, he could not grasp the meaning within it, nor did he understand it. Perhaps Gu Qingyan had merely drawn it casually.
Chen Xun did not dwell on it.
He then looked through his master's and the others' notes, calmly evaluating them in his heart. Each had its own merits, but none possessed the free and easy style of his brushstrokes. You still need much more practice.
After an incense stick's time.
He still carefully put away those letters, leaving them untouched by even a trace of dust.
Slowly.
The light and shadows gradually twisted, as if the sound of a water droplet had fallen into them. Chen Xun's figure vanished from this place as well.
After he left.
The motionless heaven and earth around him seemed to come alive. There was the sound of wind, the chirping of insects, as if the passage of time through heaven and earth had been still just moments ago... Even the traces Chen Xun left behind seemed to lag by a few beats.
The following year.
Demons and devils crossed the land.
Several hundred thousand cultivators of various races were driven into a Myriad Races Hunting Ground within Boundless Heaven. Its territory spanned more than a hundred thousand li in every direction. From all around came the ceaseless uproar of demons and devils, their Killing Intent shooting towards the sky.
There were also quite a few