Fang Tian's painting.
In Fang Tian's painting, a handsome young man was preparing for battle.
The Hua Valley Master furrowed his brows slightly.
He always felt that it was a bit alike...
In the formation, equally talented, with a trace of transcendence in his
expression.
Equally controversial and envied.
Many loved him, but more hated him.
But on closer thought, it is completely different.
The Spiritual Root is indeed poor, and he hasn't practiced swordsmanship.
The formation is good, but the approach is different.
The temperament is too amiable and lovable, extremely close to fellow disciples, adored by elders, even spoiled by the ancestor.
Yes, he was hated, but not for his 'talent, rather for his occasional mischief.
All these are different from that person, sharp as an immortal sword,
untouched by worldly dust...
The Hua Valley Master, lost in thought, became somewhat entranced.
It was at this moment a woman laughed softly, "Sister, what are you thinking
about?"
The Hua Valley Master turned back, smiling slightly, "Thinking of some past
events."
A woman with skin like cream, eyes dignified, carrying a naturally superior air in a golden attire, gently held the Hua Valley Master's arm, playfully chided:
"You really have a heart of stone, not even thinking of visiting sister in Taoist
State."
Beside her, two slightly younger women in luxurious clothes, with noble
expressions, nodded and said:
"Exactly, exactly."
"It's been decades apart, and not a single letter from Sister Hua, clearly not
keeping us on her mind."