A single stroke was left on the canvas with a golden color. The moment the brush left the paper, Tian Honglui drew another stroke on the other side, creating the initial sketch of the golden mountain.
While only partly into the Saint Core realm, the young man was certainly not the strongest person Alex had met, but the intent he was putting out was certainly something.
Alex could feel the stress each stroke took for the young man to make. He could feel the Intent of the young man to now draw a golden mountain, but rather a mountain of gold.
He was putting his all to make a painting that anyone could look at and tell that it was a painting of a mountain of gold.
Alex didn't just watch how the young man drew his painting. He consumed it.
He watched every stroke, every flick, and every little detail that went into drawing a painting.
