"I remember many Celestial Emperors coming to visit this place. They never hid their contempt for these drawings… until they saw the sparkle in my father's eyes when he looked at them. Suddenly, everyone started treating my doodles like refined works of art, hahaha."
Yuehan's gaze lingered on the doodles as she spoke, a fond smile on her lips.
Qingyi laughed along with her.
It was no different on Earth.
All it took was for someone influential to speak highly of a painting—even if it was nothing more than childish scribbles—and the art critics would soon flock around it, praising every stroke as if it were a masterpiece.
Not long after they arrived at the Divine Forge, Yuehan excused herself and headed off to another hall.
Her old room was there, the one she always used whenever she came to visit her father at the forge.
