Li Xiaobai flicked open the scroll in his hand, presenting it nonchalantly before everyone's eyes.
"This is…"
The cultivators around him were speechless; the scroll was entirely covered in black ink except for a single dot left in the very center.
This thing could also be called a painting? Where did such confidence come from?
"Could it be that Boss Ye is mocking us? This scribbling could hardly be considered a painting," Xia Jian said lightly, with a hint of ridicule in his eyes.
"It seems Boss Ye is not proficient in painting after all; we have indeed been too presumptuous," Wang Ruoxian said after glancing at the painting, losing interest.
"I thought you two, as young talents with aspirations, would have a different perspective. I didn't expect you to have the same insight as the rest of the world," Li Xiaobai said indifferently.