"Even with the highest talent, it won't matter; he's running out of time unless he can reach the summit!"
"There's still a Dao Pavilion ahead, and everyone else is already sprinting there, but he hasn't made it yet!"
People from various Immortal Dynasties in the Southern Domain were all talking at once, some feeling anxious for Li Hao. Such a prodigy getting eliminated in the second trial would be such a pity.
At this moment, within the pavilion of Wenda Mountain, Li Hao looked at where the painting vanished, pondered briefly, and then slightly cupped his hands in respect.
Having gained the favor of Wenda Mountain by storing away the painting was a form of recognition for him.
The joy of having a good painting appreciated surpasses that of a delicious meal.
After bidding farewell with a cup of his hands, Li Hao left the pavilion and continued his ascent of Wenda Mountain.
