Lin Chen's gaze was fixed tightly on the wall painting, suddenly deeply captivated by an image, where next to a man who resembled himself, there was actually another figure hidden.
This figure was very concealed, almost blending into the surrounding scenery; without Tianyan, Lin Chen would not have been able to find her.
It was a woman, a woman who looked almost exactly like Zhao Xiaohua.
If one could say his appearance in that ancient painting was a coincidence, the simultaneous appearance of Zhao Xiaohua and himself in a painting depicting ancient relics was even more inconceivable.
"What's the matter, have you discovered something?" Wang Chao asked, seeing Lin Chen staring blankly at the painting.
Lin Chen steadied his mind and smiled faintly, "No, I think this deity might have just been a look-alike!"
