Although he possessed no worldly possessions, his painting skills were indeed impressive.
"Buyu, wait a moment, don't move."
Holding the brush firmly, a scholarly aura emanated even more strongly from Chang Qing.
He gazed intently at Hua Buyu ahead, and after pausing for a moment, he rolled up his sleeves and started painting.
The brush danced like a dragon across the white rice paper, each stroke resembling a dragon spitting pearls, bringing spirit to the painting with each point.
Chang Qing's eyes were as deep as a mystical pool, his demeanor calm and focused.
This scene left Hua Buyu slightly entranced, her eyes subconsciously brightening.
After just a moment, Chang Qing set down his brush and stood, and the long-awaiting Hua Buyu immediately trotted over to him.
She bowed her head to look.
On the immense and magnificent green lotus stood a stunning woman in red, smiling as she gazed into the distance.
