Chapter 574 Misjudged

Ink paintings, whether in brushwork, color usage, or artistic conception, are impeccable.

Even the most fastidious critic could not find fault with them.

Even though it was not his first time seeing it, the ink painting still astonished Zhou Danqing.

Looking at this ink painting, he felt his mood become much more tranquil.

Seeing the wisps of smoke rising from the village in the painting, he felt as if he were there, in that setting.

His entire being relaxed.

Despite this feeling, he never really took it seriously.

It was probably just an exaggerated perception of his own.

A painting, after all, no matter how touching, couldn't possibly be so relaxing, could it?

The reason he felt at ease was probably more due to his own subjective desire.

Thinking this, his thoughts returned somewhat disconsolately.

The person in charge scrutinized carefully, there was not a trace of Yaoguang's painting on the wall.