The door swung open, and a draft of air flowed out from within the room, revealing an ink-wash folding screen that partitioned the main hall from the outer chamber.
Gazing at the exquisitely painted ink-wash screen for several breaths, Tang Ruofu suddenly lifted his hand and gently caressed the screen's material with the back of his hand, murmuring softly,
"It seems these two really plan to settle in this region for a long time; they even went to the trouble of capturing a Thousand-Handed Ghost Spider to spin silk and weave cloth."
Xia Qing also looked at the screen for several moments before softly commenting on Tianyan's painting,
"This woman's expertise in the art of painting is quite impressive."
"What if it was the man who painted it?"
"A man's brushstrokes would not be so exquisitely delicate."
"You seem to have a good understanding of these refined arts."
During their conversation, the two walked around the screen and into the main hall.
