Nine-State.
Yesterday's Forest.
Colorful, lush flowers covered the earth.
The painter and his wife and daughter were relaxing in the garden.
"Mother, mother, I want to play with that blacksmith sister named Jiumu Qing today."
"Huh? Wasn't yesterday's dance with that Bottle-Storage grandpa unattractive?"
"It felt weird."
"Alright."
The gentle and virtuous wife and daughter were merrily chatting and playing.
Whether it was the Bottle-Storage Immortal Venerate in a dance, Jiumu Qing responsible for crafting children's toys, or the farmer Zhongluan...
They all were captured and painted as painters after many previous battles.
The heroic posture of Bottle-Storage Immortal Venerate in combat has been eternally imprinted on someone's scroll.
"And today, there should be more painters."
The painter's lips curled into a faint smile; suddenly, a violent vibration echoed across the entire Nine-State sky.
