After waiting for almost two hours, the Taoist from the temple brought the painting over.
The scroll, created eight hundred years ago, was coiled into a cylinder and placed inside a bag made of bluish silk, which in turn was placed inside a box; on the outside of the box, there was an added layer of rainproof cloth and a layer of plastic bag.
Seeing the thorough protection provided by the other party, Feng Jun simply raised his hand and released a huge sun umbrella.
Xu Leigang took the sun umbrella and thrust it fiercely into the ground; the tip of the umbrella's handle stabbed at least a foot and a half into the earth.
Guan Shanyue glanced at him and thought to herself that this man was indeed a Martial World expert.
Feng Jun then took out a small table and placed the painting on it, peeling off the layers.
He held the scroll in his hands, carefully examined it for a good while, and then gestured back and forth, trying to fit the painting into the current scenery.
