It was quiet inside and outside the roofed corridor.
Countless gazes followed the moving tip of He Zhan's brush pen.
The expressions on people's faces were both shocked and perplexed.
It didn't take too long before He Zhan stopped painting. He nodded in satisfaction as he looked at the painting for a while.
He gave back the brush pen to the painter, took out the alcohol jar from inside his waist and drank a mouthful from it agreeably.
The Sect Master of the Kunlun sneered without speaking a word and had left.
"The painting is not too bad; it's not a disgrace anyway."
Nan Wang had also left the roofed corridor after speaking these words.
What she said was sounded like praise for He Zhan, but everybody was aware that she was referring to Jing Jiu and let all the people present hear the comment.
Yet, this painting drawn by He Zhan was really excellent.