A dimly lit room, illuminated only by an oil lamp.
"It has begun."
Li Jiatu stands beside the woman, looking at the scroll spread out on her table.
A handsome young man has already appeared on this landscape painting, holding a brush with closed eyes, seemingly immersed in his inner world.
So it was.
The door Lin Guang pushed open was actually this room.
But before he could react, he was thrown into another world within the painting.
——A painting within a painting.
The size of space and objects does not hold much meaning for a being of Li Jiatu's level.
The room that appears cramped, if needed, the woman next to him can expand to infinity, or hide within a mustard seed, appearing ordinary but able to contain endless small worlds within paintings.
The real masters, those at Beast King Level, are like this.
Therefore, in their eyes, what truly represents strength, high or low, real or fake, are only those essential things.
Whether it is real enough.
