Zhan Yun simply began to tour the corridor. When he encountered a painting he liked, he'd spend more time with it. If he didn't like a painting, he'd spend less.
Occasionally, when Zhan Yun encountered a painting that displeased him, he would intervene to change the progression within it.
Of course, most of the time, Zhan Yun was merely a spectator, silently witnessing everything that happened.
A full year had passed, and Zhan Yun had viewed fewer than a thousand murals. By now, he appeared even more serene; his mentality was balanced, unrushed and at ease, as tranquil as clouds and breeze.
Over this year, the way the elderly man in white looked at Zhan Yun had completely changed; he had never expected Zhan Yun to have such patience.
Originally, the elderly man in white thought it would be a miracle if Zhan Yun managed to persist for a month, yet now, Zhan Yun had spent a whole year without once mentioning leaving.
