My eyes, that's really a sight for sore eyes. As Zhao Guang walked along, these objects were even harder to look at than the cow dung in his own field. Each one was shirtless, their bodies adorned with all sorts of strange things.
Zhao Guang didn't know where they got their paints from, but now he didn't need to bring his own over.
Having connections with mages sure has its perks, as all sorts of materials can easily be found replacements for.
It's just that the patterns on these people's bodies looked a bit odd. But he had to admit, some patterns did seem to have a certain flair to them. Zhao Guang shook his head; it was too shocking, he almost got assimilated.
"Haha, Lord Zhao Guang, I didn't expect you to come back so soon."
From the mobile cabin, Ocoro ran out as soon as he heard of Zhao Guang's arrival, opening his arms wide towards Zhao Guang.
This certainly wasn't for a hug, but rather for Zhao Guang to take a look at his new masterpiece.
