Chen Yu is only 27 years old this year. Even if he was extraordinarily gifted and started cultivating at four, advancing to A-Class at 18 or 19, forty-eight paintings would already be his limit.
Unless Chen Yu, like Chen Xuanwu, is a genius in painting, and can capture the true essence with just his will without the need to nurture the pigments with blood.
But in this world, there is only one Chen Xuanwu.
Moreover, Chen Clan painters have a disadvantage: when they advance to a new level, they must recreate their paintings. The paintings nurtured at B-Class will always remain B-Class, only the gods depicted at A-Class can be considered A-Class.
Therefore, the Chen Clan painters are certain that Chen Yu is out of stock.
That little rascal has already exhausted his savings for the Fire Pit.
At this moment, a scout from the troops shouted: "Enemy attack! Enemy attack! The enemy has breached the reconnaissance line!"
