The Judge's Pen said, "Is it really because of him?"
If not because of him, then who else could it be?
After wandering the mountains far and wide for nearly the entire night, covering countless miles, Li Banfeng finally found Fu Taiyue.
The middle-aged man he had painted the day before was also finished. Today, he had painted a Huajia elder, none other than Fu Taiyue himself.
Again, he did not paint the hands.
Li Banfeng looked at Fu Taiyue's own hands. He kept them behind his back, hidden in his sleeves. From the outside, there seemed to be no abnormalities.
From their two previous encounters, Li Banfeng knew Fu Taiyue was very shrewd. One must not rush when discussing schemes.
Li Banfeng set up his own desk, quietly painting. After waiting for over an hour, Fu Taiyue broke the silence.
"Ten years, only to achieve the First Layer of cultivation level. The path of cultivation is indeed too arduous," he said.
Li Banfeng responded, "Isn't it the same with all Taoist Sects?"
