"It's here, it's here. I have a premonition I will be able to create a famous painting today!"
Miao Mu swiped the brush across the paper. His expression mirrored that of the concept in the painting; there was occasionally a look of excitement and occasionally a look of malevolence. As for the discussion of the surrounding crowd, he had long since tuned all of them out because he had entered the state of forgetting everything.
After that, some motes of light flashed.
"Haha, Wondrous Blossom!"
Miao Mu was extremely joyful. Just when he was about to continue, he was stunned when his gaze turned back to his painting. Why were there no colors?
Wait a minute, where had the motes of light gone to?
Subconsciously, Miao Mu's gaze shifted toward the trajectory of the motes. After that, he soon discovered that they landed on Sun Mo's paper.
The brush in this braggart's hand was currently glowing brightly with resplendent radiance.
"What?"
