The true work of a Saint?
Everyone except Ning Tingshan was stunned.
That included Liu Yuan.
The corner of his mouth twitched. The calligraphy and painting of old comrade Xie Qian... Is it an authentic work of the Saints?
In an instant, Xie Qian's title flashed through his mind.
'The Recluse, the one who will not be lonely for millennia'.
Could it be that the word 'millennia' was not just a virtual term, but that Xie Qian was indeed the greatest Saint throughout the ages? If that was the case, then Xie Qian's realm and identity before he was sealed were absolutely unimaginable.
But how did Ning Tingshan recognize it at a glance?
Could there be some obvious symbol or something? Liu Yuan speculated in his heart.