The acquisition of one hundred million experience points made Lu Xun's eyes turn red with greed.
If it weren't for his respect for his teacher, he might urge his master to paint more pictures repeatedly, like a playback machine:
"Hurry up!"
The master waved his hand and asked, "Does the Ink Bamboo reflected in your mind still exist?"
Lu Xun answered honestly, "It has vanished."
"Then you have absorbed its 'Rhyme', you can no longer gain any more from my painting." said the master.
Upon hearing it, Lu Xun was slightly taken aback.
Does this mean that I have fully comprehended the painting?
So a hundred million experience points are indeed the limit.
Lu Xun shook his head and smiled bitterly, thinking to himself, "It seems like I was indeed too greedy."
C'mon, men are not sensitive to the number of billions, it's no big deal to spend a couple of billions time and time again.
It's all about striving for constant improvements after all.
