Some people compared her painting skills to those of the most renowned contemporary scholars, showering her with praise.
Lin Qingluo was embarrassed, as using magic spells to win wasn't very honorable, and felt she didn't deserve such high praise.
"Little Qingluo, you're amazing! Your brothers are so proud of you."
The six young men of the Lin Clan did not know the inside story and were proud as if they themselves had accomplished something.
Lin Qingluo's eyes twinkled, and she smiled modestly like a little adult, "It's just a painting, nothing more."
"Our little sister is so incredible; even the flowers she painted attracted butterflies."
"That's right, tomorrow the news will spread throughout the Capital City."
"Now everyone will know that our little sister is so talented that no one can compare."
"The Eldest Granddaughter of the Lin Clan, so glorious!"
Lin Jinyang, Lin Jinpeng, and Lin Jinlong couldn't suppress their pride and began a new round of compliments.
