"Teacher Xia, how did you end up in such a sorry state?" Gao Ming straightened the wall, where the woman painted on it had nails driven through her limbs, a picture of misery and dishevelment.
"If I said I let myself get caught on purpose, hoping to trick them into going to rescue you, you'd certainly not believe me," said Xia Yang, his smile contrasting starkly with the pitiful appearance of his portrait. "But the truth is just that, everything is within my expectations. A good painter has the whole picture in his mind from the moment the first stroke is made."
"So should I thank you?"
"You are me, and I am you, saying thanks is too formal," Xia Yang, trapped in the wall and unable to use his abilities, was unusually subdued.
Gao Ming hadn't expected Xia Yang to be so defiant. Even a formidable demon like him had this side to him?
