The State Preceptor looked at Xi Jin's face, which was so pale that it was almost transparent under the brim of his hat, then he looked at the pool of blood that he spat out, in front of him was a painting of Si Mobai's wedding, if Feng Tianlan was here, she would realize that this was the painting that he had given her?
The State Preceptor asked in a deep voice, "How is it?"
Xi Jin took a deep breath. "I can't see through it."
"What did you see?" The State Preceptor squatted down and picked up the painting, it was a medium.
He had Xi Jin weave a dream for Feng Tianlan through this painting, even a deeper memory realm, then, he could peep into all of her memories, but memories were not easy to pry into.
