Everyone present was stunned, not understanding what was going on.
Rong Ruo's shock was even greater than everyone else's. She understood Master Ye well. Ever since she became his disciple, she had never seen Master Ye speak in such a humble tone like before, let alone to Su Ye, who was much younger than him?!
Master Ye did not feel that doing so would lower his status at all, and his face was calm.
Su Ye nodded slightly and handed the painting to Master Ye. She curled her lips lazily. He was still the same as he was in his youth. He was really a painting addict.
Master Ye took it carefully. He narrowed his eyes and looked at it keenly. There were some parts of the painting where the ink was not completely dry yet. He was afraid that he would smudge something, so his slightly aged fingertips carefully touched every corner of the painting. From time to time, exclamations could be heard from his mouth.
