For a moment, all the painters furrowed their brows as they examined the paper.
In their hearts, they had already marked this thing with a big "X."
In other words, in their eyes, this thing was worthless.
After all, although it appeared spotless and pristine, the effect of painting on it would indeed be much improved.
However, the fatal flaw was its lack of toughness.
Thus, if one were to truly paint on it, it was very likely to be ruined right after completion.
This way, wouldn't one's painstaking efforts be wasted?
Isn't it likely that despite one's best efforts, the next moment it would be gone?
This is something no painter is willing to do.
After all, each painting they create is the culmination of their effort, and in their eyes, painting is their livelihood, their spiritual pillar.
However, at this moment, Lin Yi's voice once again spoke:
