"Opera singing?" Li Huowang was startled. Ever since Lv's Troupe was gone, it had been a long time since he had last heard the sound of opera.
He quickly pinpointed the source: the sound was coming from the giant landscape painting in front of him.
Just then, the enormous landscape painting before him parted like a beaded curtain, and a Daoist crawled out from inside.
A red rope was tied around its neck, securing a green-tasseled ball to the top of its head, and its body was draped in white feathers. Its face was covered in the bright, alabaster-white makeup of an opera performer.
The problem was that the creature looked incredibly bizarre. Its sunken head was nearly as large as its body. Its entire face was long and narrow, with one eye bigger than the other, among numerous other deformities.
To call it human would be a stretch; it was more of a malformed, misshapen being.
