Sword intent soared unabated into the sky as the painting unfurled.
A faint sword chime could be heard from the void.
Emperor Zhou's eyes shone brightly as he muttered, "This Gray Cloud Crane Pines Painting is majestic and imposing. It's filled with sword intent and has fused the sword intent into the brush strokes. It's truly a rare treasure. If I meditate on it, perhaps I can comprehend some of the essence of Xu Maozhi's sword intent from it. A treasure! A worthy treasure!"
Su Changqing, who was hiding behind the old eunuch, smiled and said, "Looks like this painting is real?"
"It's authentic! It's indeed a real piece. Whether it's the power of the brush or the sword intent, it can't be forged! I didn't expect Minister Su to have such a precious treasure!" Emperor Zhou looked at Su Changqing and said with a smile.