"Taoist Priest, I'm just a painter. My sword has no eyes. How about your sword misses the mark?"
"I want her to live, otherwise, I'll give the world a favor."
Mo Jiuchuan, a disciple of Wanhua Valley who only knows how to draw, was involved in the mortal world, but is it really just starting from this moment...
Intention: God-given supernatural powers are not my wish, the painting soul leads to life and it is difficult to lose it again, the wind and clouds are changing, Huang Liang is talking about it in a dream.