In this world, strength always does the talking; those with strength are respected no matter where they go or what their status is.
That's exactly what Xiao Han was experiencing. Just now, when the King of Chu City came to take him as a master, people didn't feel much for Xiao Han, let alone respect him. But now, their eyes were filled with shock and admiration when they looked at him.
"Teacher, may I have this painting?" the Elder couldn't help but ask.
Upon hearing his words, Su Quanzhong felt a bit annoyed that he hadn't thought to ask first, having been beaten to the punch. Were he able to acquire this painting, it could definitely become a family heirloom.
Of course, it wasn't because of Xiao Han's name, but rather the superb skill of the painting.
However, Su Quanzhong forgot one thing—he had no offspring; even if he did use it as a family heirloom, it could only be passed on to his niece, and it would ultimately end up in Xiao Han's hands. To Xiao Han, this meant little.
