Due to the spirit qi gathering over, the entire book store lit up.
The facula of spirit qi was like the light of fireflies during midsummer. The brilliance of their glow covered the glow of the candles.
"This...so this is Wondrous Blossom?"
Lu Zhiruo covered her mouth with her tiny hands. Her face was filled with shock, and she didn't even dare to breathe too loudly like she was afraid of disturbing Sun Mo.
"For sure, look at the colors of the painting."
The old servant also spoke in a very low voice. His voice was even lower than the buzzing of a mosquito. He was also afraid of disturbing Sun Mo.
One must know that even for a famous artist, entering such a state couldn't be actively sought after and could only be encountered by chance. If Sun Mo was cut off half-way, this Sanzang's drawing would be destroyed.
At that time, let alone the old master blaming him, even he would want nothing more than to slam his head to commit suicide.
