With a light chuckle, Zhang Xuan seemed to be looking down on the world.
To think that someone would be able to inherit his brush strokes after so many years... what a waste.
It was a pity that it was too late.
To be able to inherit his brush strokes... while it wasn’t weak, it wasn’t too strong either. Even if Zhang Xuan were to swiftly take over the brush strokes, it would still be too late.
“It’s already too late... to be able to enter my brush path, it can be considered a talent. What a pity... What a pity!”
The white-robed man chuckled. It would have been fine if he had taken over the brush path a few years ago. Perhaps, he might still have a chance, but it was too late now.
“Back then, I took 170 years to develop my brush path to such an extent... can this person compare to me?”
There was a slight smile on his face.
