As if gathered by the pond admiring carp, a huge rock suddenly fell from nowhere, splashing with a plop and killing all the fish, and at that moment, the silence of the crowd was filled with shock and disbelief.
"Are you sure?" Gu Ran, with a black bird on his shoulder, couldn't help but ask.
"I'm not sure." He Qingyan's tone was irresolute. "I'll draw this mountain range as a fallen tree—I just have such inspiration."
"He Qingyan's inspiration can be taken as a prophecy," Yan Hanxiang said.
There's a professional term for favoring a daughter to this extent: daughter-obsessed.
But He Qingyan's inspiration was indeed unusual.
"Ran, go up and take a look," Zhuang Jing said.
"Okay." Gu Ran walked away a bit, turning into a majestic Black Dragon.
"Just in case, Chen Ke, draw this scene and bring drawing paper with him."
"Okay." Chen Ke took out the comic paper and quickly sketched the current scene.
Su Qing watched her draw.
