The Living Legend

Zhu Di stood in front of his own painting without making a move. He believed that the people in the courtyard could discern whose painting was better. Even if they were laymen, they should understand how outstanding his painting was.

"This..."

When the young talents from the Tianren Mountain vicinity saw Xu Yan's painting, they were so shocked that they couldn't find words. Before them was not just a painting; it was a condensed world. There were old people, children, women, and men. Xu Yan had painted the entire Tianren City in a matter of minutes.

And the Tao sentiments emanating from the painting had already entered their minds the moment they laid eyes on it. In their perception, the courtyard had changed, now filled with a sense of Tao.

"How about it? Whose painting is better?" Zhu Di, unaware of the gravity of the situation, asked those who had gone to see Xu Yan's work.

Confidence filled him, as he was sure that he would be the one to win.