Mingjiang Prefecture faces imminent disaster, fearing Zhou Xuan might slack in his efforts, the painter made his stance increasingly clear.
"Mo Tingsheng won't get away," Zhou Xuan said to the painter. "I am cultivating Mr. Feng's hatred."
As long as Mr. Feng's hatred for Mo Tingsheng is fully nurtured—even though Mr. Feng's vital memories were devoured by Food Heaven,
even if he becomes a fool,
Zhou Xuan can still use hatred to track down Mo Tingsheng.
He has the Tattoo Karma Diagram.
Hatred,
is the strongest causality.
"Once Mr. Feng's hatred reaches its peak, Mo Tingsheng will be ours for the taking."
Zhou Xuan and the painter waited outside the stone house. The waiting wasn't idle; they chatted about trivial matters and discussed art.
Zhou Xuan wasn't knowledgeable about art, but during his previous life working in media, he'd curated a painting channel and learned about famous painters along with their styles.
"Yes, light isn't straight; it spirals and twists..."
