Flames flickered as Lin Yan focused his gaze and watched carefully.
The first painting was a tall building with three lotus platforms on it. Three women with long hair sat upright.
They were all wearing the same kind of dress. The sculptor had even specially carved elegant hems, as if he was showing the three women's youthful looks.
As their faces were too small, Lin Yan couldn't tell what they looked like. He only instinctively felt that the two female sculptures might be among the three.
The three women had holy expressions and their eyes were filled with vivid fanaticism as they looked up at the sky.
Below the platform were densely packed bald monks in circles. There were extremely many of them, and at a rough glance, there were hundreds of them.
Those had been carved. There seemed to be countless strokes hidden outside the scene.
