The little packrat took out a scroll from one of the storage rings. Then, with a gentle shake of its little hand, the scroll opened.
She rushed in front of Xuanyi.
Xuanyi was speechless.
Xuanyi's cultivation was one of the best in the entire Northern Han. Otherwise, he would not have the qualifications to sit firmly in the position of Imperial Preceptor.
Usually, no one could get close to him.
However, just now, a little ball landed in front of him with a whoosh, and his reaction was half a beat slower than the speed of this little ball.
In other words, if this little packrat was not holding a painting but a sword, he should be dead by now.
"Third Granduncle, take a look for yourself. Sweetcake is a good child. She doesn't lie."
Xuanyi recovered from his shock and looked at the painting that the little packrat had shaken open. Then, his expression became even more shocked.
