"I usually only like to use my own brushes to paint; the brushes of this world, including yours, are too com..."
However, halfway through her sentence, her body stiffened.
Two laser-like beams flashed in her eyes, piercing through the paper covering her face.
She stared blankly at the Mountain and River World Brush Qi Yuan was holding, her breath quickening.
"This brush... this brush... How could there exist such a brush in this world?
What kind of brush is it, a magical treasure? No! A supreme treasure? Also not right!"
The moment the Mountain and River World Brush appeared, it completely captivated her attention, and she saw nothing but the brush in her eyes.
She could not imagine why such a brush would exist in this world.
As Qi Yuan held the Mountain and River World Brush, he asked, "My brush is too com...what?"
The Strange Painter paused, her face growing warm, wishing she could take back her words: "Too com...commendable?"
