Everyone present was eager to get on Lin Feng's good side, and the judges were no exception.
They had all heard the astonishing rumors spreading throughout the Tang Clan over the past few days.
At first, many of them had been skeptical.
After all, stories about a single brush stroke containing the Grand Dao of Painting sounded more like exaggerated legends than reality.
However, the moment they saw Lin Feng in person, most of their doubts disappeared.
The mysterious young man sat calmly in his seat, showing neither arrogance nor pride.
Yet somehow, his very presence made it difficult for others to look away.
The judges secretly observed him from time to time, hoping to understand what kind of person he truly was.
Unfortunately, none of them could get a clear read on him.
It felt as though Lin Feng existed in a world separate from everyone else.
He seemed close enough to touch, yet impossibly distant at the same time.
