The next day, early morning!
Li Chen was awakened by the morning sun, and with a swift movement like a carp flicking its body, he jumped out of bed.
Suddenly!
He felt that something was amiss in the surrounding area.
The Spiritual Power around the villa had become much thinner overnight.
Li Chen looked out the window and found that the lush forest had begun to wither.
The source of this stolen Spiritual Power was none other than the Prime Tang Maiden Painting, where Anran was hiding.
At this moment, the Prime Tang Maiden Painting, sweeping away its previous dullness, shined brightly as if enveloped by a sanctified light.
The mountains and waters within the painting were lifelike, almost as if they had come to life.
Anran's previously pale face had regained some of its rosiness, resembling a porcelain doll that evoked a desire to cherish her.
Seeing Li Chen staring at her, Anran mischievously blinked her eyes.
"Brother, good morning!"