Lu Ping'an's life had obtained a brief moment of peace.
He even felt that these three days were a bit short.
"Yo, painting again?"
"Yeah, just practicing."
"...Let me take a look, uh, this painting is a bit subtle."
"Haha, just practicing."
After funding was settled, he set up an easel on streets, rooftops, and near crossroads, practicing sketching and coloring.
The painting skills shared by Brother Guan had reached lv4, but to truly turn them into his own skills and paint whatever he wanted, he needed hands-on practice.
Even with just a slight grasp, Lu Ping'an noticed that having chaotic skills meant that he could do everything but use them proficiently.
When drawing lines, a careless mistake could result in an extra curve, ruining the drawing.
When adjusting colors, his work looked like a partially made-up clown or a doodle by an eight-year-old.
