After a while, the painting seemed to come alive as the scenery looked as if it was real.
Shen Lian was entranced until his breathing and blood circulation had stopped.
Yang Miaoyun saw a colorful fume coming out of Shen Lian's head and within seconds he followed the fume into the landscape painting. She was a student of Taisu, of course, she knew that the colorful fume was Shen Lian's Primordial Spirit.
Whether she would like to admit it or not, the difference between them now was that of the celestial and the commoner. She could not help but sigh in her heart.
When Zhao Xiaoyu saved her then, she did inform Yang Miaoyun about the existence of the Curse of Love within her, and that the curse was planted by Shen Lian. Despite that, she did not ask Zhao Xiaoyu to get rid of it.
In the beginning, she used it as something she could rely on so that she would not feel bored with the peaceful life within the secret environment.