At dusk, the decorative lights started to illuminate.
It was not yet the busiest time at Huaying Building, but laughter and sounds of playing games could already be heard faintly. Even the idle flower ladies were dressed flamboyantly, waiting for patrons to arrive.
At this moment, a figure suddenly appeared under an old pagoda tree at the street corner diagonally opposite Huaying Building.
The person was wearing a brown short suit, with a nimble physique.
He carried a bag slung over his shoulder containing brushes, inkstone, and vermilion.
His right hand held a large easel, and there's a folding stool hanging from his wrist.
A knife was strapped to his waist, and a lantern was held in his left hand.
Truly a walking kiosk!
The newcomer was Duan Rong, with a square face, bright eyes, and dark complexion.
