Chapter 370: Becoming a Faction of One's Own

Hearing the endless praises and meaningless critiques, a trace of sarcasm arose in Xiao Ziyu's eyes. He thought to himself: These fools can hardly discern the quality of a painting, their comments are nothing but a mockery. Not to mention Xiling, even the entire Longzhou never boasted an unrivaled master of poetry, calligraphy, and painting. Yet this crowd is going along with the praises, unable to specify what's so good about it. It's just the same praises over and over again – 'exquisite', 'spectacular', 'lifelike', which is laughable.