If she needed to draw with the Magic Brush, could Meng Xinian possibly see it?
These were the questions she had been pondering.
In fact, she didn't even know who the owner of this tomb was.
What if there were some sort of inventory list in the tomb that mentioned that particular brush? With only a description, others might not be able to imagine what the brush looked like, but what if they also saw the brush depicted in this painting?
She would have to be mentally prepared to hide the Magic Brush for life, never using it again.
It might not be impossible.
All of these were just her speculations, mere possibilities.
Yet, there was some likelihood.
Changing the depiction of the brush in the painting seemed to her a more secure solution.
She wanted to erase anything that could potentially expose the Magic Brush.
Chiang Xiao stood in front of the mural, caught in her dilemma, seeking a solution.
Soon, Xiao Cai's voice came from behind her.
