'Tsk…As expected, things couldn't have gone so smoothly.'
After a few strokes of Ju Zimin, Jiang Beiran realized that he really resembled him in every aspect.
She was even as skilled as him in using the word "know a little".
With Ju Zimin's painting standards, even if he wasn't a master, he would definitely be able to paint bamboo for ten years and become bamboo himself. He had very solid basic skills.
Unfortunately, Jiang Beiran was not surprised by the drawing that the residents had drawn.
Judging from the painting, the mountains that the residents saw were exactly the same as the mountains that he saw. There was no difference.
However, Jiang Beiran did not give up. He planned to bring the residents to other places to see if they might discover something new.
They strolled all the way until night fell. Jiang Beiran, who still hadn't found anything, brought the residents back to his sect's camp.
