Almost without thinking, Meng Yunhe could figure it out.
It must be the pen container absorbing the vital breath, then transferring it to the paintbrush, and from the brush to the painting.
So, who set up a formation on the pen container?
Being able to set up a formation that even he, a Fourth-order Mystic Master, couldn't detect, it seems that the person must have a very high cultivation level.
This is very tricky.
With such a high cultivation level, even if they acted openly, who could stop them?
Thinking of this, a few worries appeared between Meng Yunhe's brows.
Seeing the worry on his face, Fu Xiyan asked, "What's wrong?"
Meng Yunhe immediately explained his suspicions to Fu Xiyan.
After listening, Fu Xiyan's expression also turned serious.
Until Gu Zhiqi finished picking up the oil paintbrushes and stood up, both of them still wore worried expressions.
