"Hey, hey, hey. Changgeng, how did you look at this painting? Did you write it like a god and is quite extraordinary?"
A teasing voice pulled Li Changshou out of his thoughts.
He looked up and saw Master Zhao pinching his beard and leaning forward. His old face was almost sticking to him, and his eyes were shining strangely.
Li Changshou was rendered speechless.
"Thank you for the brush and ink, Master," Li Changshou replied with a smile. He stood up and bowed in the direction of Golden Ao Island. Then, he carefully put away the canvas.
"I will definitely place this brush and ink at home and pay my respects whenever I'm free."
Zhao Gongming was clearly stunned. He smiled and said, "This treasure map is not to give you courage… Forget it, you can think that way."
Li Changshou sighed softly and gestured for Master Zhao to sit properly. He frowned and asked, "When did you start reading, Master?"
