The exhibition hall was silently hosting an Impressionist-themed art exhibition.
Paintings that had journeyed through several centuries still stood on either side, as dreamlike and fantastical as ever.
Amid the faint aroma of coffee, people stopped in pairs and groups to appreciate the art. While there might have been discussions, everyone kept their voices very low, careful not to disturb others.
However, at the entrance, a certain elf was different.
"Wow, is it supposed to be this elegant?" Tang Tang's mouth formed a perfect circle of amazement as she looked around. "Where's Brother Yang? Brother Yang!"
"Shut your mouth!" Li Qingming immediately gave her a death glare and covered her mouth. "We won't even talk about whether your behavior will alert the Memory Guardian, just the fact that you're being so loud in an art gallery could get you sentenced to death for blasphemy!"
