บท 398: Chapter 242: Prison Turmoil_2

"Really, it's not necessary."

After parting ways with Xiemen Waidao and the others, Liuzi began his endeavor.

It was ten in the morning, and the city's Central Park had already gathered some citizens.

Under the watchful eyes of the public, Liuzi brought the dignified and elegant Goddess of Art to the park and then set up his easel on the grass.

He was already quite accustomed to the sensation of painting with sensory gloves, and although the result still wasn't as good as using his own drawing board, he believed he could achieve eighty percent of that effect.

The captivating Goddess of Art quickly drew the attention of a crowd, and Liuzi's skilled painting technique also attracted onlookers.

When a painting was completed, the gathered crowd erupted into warm applause. A dashing gentleman came forward excitedly, shook Liuzi's hand, and asked, "Your painting has deeply moved me, but may I ask, did you get permission from the park administrators to paint here?"