Countdown 22:00:00.
2 a.m.
The temporary camp in Xiuzhu State.
It should have been time to sleep, but Da Yu sat by the campfire, meticulously spreading out the canvas and sketching sharp lines on it with a fine brush.
Under the firelight, Chen Jiazhang glanced over and mumbled quietly, "This kid is actually painting Qing Chen, and it's damn well drawn?!"
On the canvas, Qing Chen stood atop Mount Everest, wearing a ski jacket, with a skateboard under his feet, above a mountain of snow, and the sky overhead a rolling black night.
The boy's face was sharp and determined, a scene Da Yu remembered most vividly, in that battle where Qing Chen single-handedly killed two A-Class enemies, the fiercest battle under the demigods.
Chen Jiazhang roughly guessed what Da Yu wanted to do, meaning that if anything defamatory happened in the future, he would just let Qing Chen handle it.
