This grandiose talk left the painter's scalp tingling; he vaguely felt that Zhou Xuan had changed—become learned, only speaking of matters he couldn't understand.
It's said, "When scholars part for three days, they deserve a fresh look," but the gentleman only went away for a day and returned so unfamiliar.
"Ah, during this trip to Jingchuan Prefecture, not only did I meet the Witch God, but I also encountered the Supreme Will," Zhou Xuan said.
"..." Not only did the painter's scalp tingle, but his entire body tingled.
How lucky he must be to see that highest "lord" of Jing Country.
"Didn't see everything, just glimpsed a silhouette, a figure, and he gave me a feeling... a feeling... similar to your physique."
Zhou Xuan pointed at the painter.
This scared the painter into a sweat, and he immediately waved his hand, "Sir, I dare not compare myself, dare not compare myself."
