Thinking about creating a legacy, Qiao Xiaomai immediately asked Tong Sanlang to start painting as well. Tong Sanlang's painting skills were far superior to Bei Yun's. If even Bei Yun's works could be passed down through generations, then Tong Sanlang's might become national treasures displayed in museums someday.
Tong Sanlang truly picked up the paintbrush and started creating. He wasn't trying to compete with Bei Yun in artistic skill; he wanted to preserve this rare, stunning scenery, ensuring that even if they returned to the Capital City, they could view it by simply pulling out his paintings.
There were no cameras here, so they could only rely on this ancient method.
At night, the convoy set up camp on the Gobi Desert. The stars twinkled across the vast sky above, seemingly so close they could be touched with a stretch of the hand. Qiao Xiaomai couldn't help but marvel at the unpolluted beauty of pure nature—it was truly breathtaking.
