Thousand Ink flipped his palm elegantly, drawing a half-circle in the air. A golden brush appeared in his hand.
The brush was about the length of Thousand Ink's forearm. Although the shaft and tip both seemed to be made of metal, Thousand Ink told Xia Fan that it was all an illusion. The Thousand Soldier Brush was not solid. It was composed of energy and hidden in his arm when he wasn't using it.
Thousand Ink sat on the ground, closed his eyes to think, and then began to move his brush.
The Golden Painting Brush moved extremely fast, and the tip was extremely agile. With just a few strokes, he drew a lifelike mouse.
Thousand Ink's brush had barely stopped when the 2D mouse jumped off of the ground into 3D form and looked around warily. It then ran up to Thousand Ink and stood up on its hindlegs like a little soldier.
