That was a Half Talisman Painting.
The painting depicted only a woman in a long dress, who seemed to be nestled in someone's arms, while the other half had been cut away, lost to sight.
"Congratulations, it's a fragmented ancient painting," Mu Lanxin said. "Cultivator, what a pity. This painting is useless, and carrying it will only increase your burden while traveling through the Cloud Sea."
"Of course, if you can find the other half that this painting connects with, it may be of use. However, finding another ancient painting in this vast Cloud Sea is as difficult as Ascension."
"Do you want to take it?"
Wang Mu picked up the ancient painting, glanced at Mu Lanxin, and said with a touch of speechlessness, "Naturally."
The woman in the painting... was Mo Xilan in her youth.
Wang Mu continued on, moving forward one more square.
The scenery around him changed.
The Cloud Sea vanished, and a new scene manifested: two Fierce Cloud Lions were fighting in midair.
