Day 8.
Morning.
The entrance to the Chinese Art Association was already flooded with people.
Today was going to be the last in the series of paintings and the members of the association did not want to miss it. Especially not Zheng Zhongyang, whose mood was completely indescribable.
He had already had to face the wrath of Elder Lin the past few days. Having to endure the damage every day.
Actually, he felt that the 'Thousand Miles of River and Mountains Painting' was the best out of them all. However, he did not know what kind of surprise Elder Lin would bring to him today.
"What do you guys think Master Lin is doing? He has already been standing there for an hour and has not touched his brush."
"I have no idea. He normally spends 10 minutes and yet this time, he is taking an hour. Could it be that today is going to be some earth-shattering work of art?"
"My heart is already starting to tremble."
"Same here."
