Finally, Black Dragon saw the end of the tunnel; the tunnel wasn't through, the end was a sturdy stone wall.
Black Dragon breathed out a small cluster of flames, allowing Su Qing and the other two to see clearly what was in front of them.
"Is this the end?" Su Qing asked.
"It looks like there's a painting." Chen Ke hadn't seen it clearly.
He Qingyan said proudly, "Humph humph."
"Speak," Su Qing commanded.
"The painting is of two women who look similar, probably mother and daughter. The daughter is An Yao, looks about fifteen years old."
"You have a strong memory," Gu Ran admired.
"I'd like to think so, but no," He Qingyan sighed as if regretful, but seemed even prouder, "My method of remembering is just like a photo, one blink and it's like a camera's click, it becomes a painting."
"Any inspiration?" Su Qing asked further.