Xue Mu pulled out a scroll from the Storage Ring and handed it to Li Fan.
"This is a scroll I drew based on the scenery from my memory."
"Even though it has been altered hundreds of times, it still captures only a fraction of its true charm."
"However, every time I redraw it with a calm manner, it feels like a refreshing cleansing for my mind and body. The benefits are immeasurable."
"I hadn't noticed it before, but after our conversation, I've just realized it."
"My rapid progress during this period could be due to the frequent recall of the time spent admiring the scene."
Xue Mu spoke very seriously.
"Mortal Turning God..."
Curiously, Li Fan took the scroll and unrolled it.
In a moment, the scenery in front of him seemed to change dramatically.
A frail figure, dressed in white, looks up at the sky.
The figure was small, yet it seemed to stand against the whole universe.
In the sky, clouds were continually rolling over, taking on different shapes.
