At first, Xing Yushu didn't pay much attention.
This minor skill of painting was also something Xing Yushu had learned in his childhood, but he had long since stopped pursuing it.
In this an era of insecurity and turmoil, unless it's those well-fed nobles using it to pass the time, who would have the mood to study painting?
However, Xue An's current performance confirmed a suspicion in Xing Yushu's heart.
This guy must be, or at least used to be, a noble; otherwise, he wouldn't possess such good manners and knowledge.
But besides that, there wasn't a trace of spiritual power fluctuations on him.
This caused Xing Yushu to shake his head inwardly.
All bookishness is of no practical use.
This saying is not a joke at this time.
This guy has no skills at all and dares to run around outside; he's lucky to be alive!
After pondering for a while, Xing Yushu then decided to leave.
But just at that moment, the crowd let out a burst of exclamations.
"Wow! So beautiful!"