"In the hundred and twentieth year, you decided to enter the world for cultivation, relying on your calligraphy and painting to scrape a living in the workshops."
"One day, a man with a pointed mouth and monkey cheeks threw your painting on your face, angrily saying, 'What is this rubbish you've painted? Even the children aged three or four in the town can do better!'"
"Your resolve remained firm, as you looked at each mocking face, your determination only grew stronger."
"Unmoving Ming King Divine Technique, Earth-grade Mid-quality (Small Accomplishment)."
"In the eight hundred and forty-fifth year, you lived in a dilapidated courtyard, consistently sticking to your own style of painting, and finally, your calligraphy and paintings gained fame within the city."
"The wealthy people in the city greatly appreciated you, inviting you to paint in public and offering you their favorite concubines to serve you."