Rootless Water

Zhao Shuning borrowed Luo Qiu's fame to act.

It was all to avoid trouble.

The name Luo Qiu could give everyone a sense of security, so there was nothing wrong with using it to comfort the crowd.

Two minutes later.

Someone had brought over the map of Master He's residence in the east of the city.

Along with it, a portrait appeared.

Zhao Shuning opened it and took a look. The person in the portrait had a kind face and was staring at her with a smile.

A chill went down Zhao Shuning's spine as she felt goosebumps rise all over her body. The more she looked at the old man's smile, the weirder it got.

It was as though he had practiced a forbidden technique, Blood Vow. Even though he was smiling and his eyes were slightly narrowed, Zhao Shuning could still see that her eyes had no focus.

"You painters have to improve your technique. This portrait has no spirit in it at all. It's like a living corpse."