Xiao Yurong's eyelids twitched.
He saw Zhao Xuanjing get up to leave. He stopped when he arrived at the door, like a rock blocking there. Zhao Xuanjing turned his head to glared at him with contempt and said, "A rabbit doesn't foul its own hole. The old saying is on point. We're from the same sect. How would Senior Brother have such a thought? You're really an animal. I heard the academy has recently acquired Master Yuan Wei's The Joy of Living painting. The animals were painted wonderfully. I checked it out two days ago, and I thought all of them looked like you. You should copy it, Senior Brother."
He walked out directly after he was done speaking.
Xiao Yurong's eyelids twitched. He looked at the table not far away slowly.
The Joy of Living painting…
He had just gotten someone to send it here today. He thought he would copy it…
Suddenly, he could no longer bring himself to do it.
When Zhao Xuanjing left, he walked past Xie Pinghuai.
