Whether it was the mountains and pavilions that were there before or the newly painted mountains and rivers, they were all clearly visible on this ink painting, hanging on the wall for everyone to see.
That vast world, at this moment, appeared no more than a painting on the wall.
And Xi led him out from the scroll.
Such paintings... were everywhere in this place.
Lin Guang glanced around, slightly surprised.
——The entire studio was unbelievably messy, filled with an air of casualness.
Some scrolls were rolled up and used as doorstops, some were spread out, piled haphazardly on a nearby soft couch, but most were not even opened, simply stacked in a corner.
Yet none of them were failures, or rather, failures didn't even have the right to be placed here.
Even with just a fleeting glance, the four Spirit Patterns corresponding in Lin Guang's Sea of Spirit kept flickering, seemingly able to sense the immense spirituality and power contained in these paintings.
