Yu Qingyang then stepped forward and said, ""Much more pleasing to the eye!"
With his hands behind his back, he entered the tingxue house.
No one could stop him.
Looking at the layout of the tingxue house, he shook his head slightly. the layout is too small, and the furnishings are too old. It's clear that Xia qingchen's ambition is low. It's hard for him to achieve great things!
He was disappointed as he walked.
He couldn't help but sigh. I actually have to fight to the death with such a mediocre person. Father really knows how to ruin me.
He turned around and left.
When he passed by a side hall with its door wide open, he suddenly stopped.
Because he saw something familiar from the corner of his eye.
As he stood there, his expression began to change.
On the wall, there was a painting.
It was a magnificent painting of mountains and rivers. In the middle of the painting, there was a drop of thick ink.
"Whoosh-"
