Just at the moment she put down her brush, adding the final touch...…
In the side hall, Yuan Shao, who was wielding an axe, suddenly had three blood-red vertical cloud patterns emerge on his forehead, unnoticed by him or the other 27 children in the hall.
Hiss...
When the cloud patterns appeared on Yuan Shao's forehead, Chu Yan'er outside was already in a daze, her brush hovering less than half an inch from the painting, unable to continue.
"Only six years old, yet awakened this bloodline, this..."
Seeing the holy pattern on Yuan Shao's forehead, Chu Yan'er's expression darkened. But before her thoughts ended, she sensed something, and her body froze, standing still.
"Miss Chu, what's wrong?"
"Miss Chu, why not continue painting!"
Chu Yan'er, a drop of cold sweat forming on her forehead, couldn't answer the two maids' questions. She clearly felt three pairs of eyes quietly watching her from not far away.
