"Is there a feeling... of reciting faster?" Li Xuan continued to ask.
Wei Yao nodded and said, "Yes."
...
...
Into the night.
After Li Xuan was done with Tian Yuan and the Little Princess, he completed his daily ritual of making wishes for himself with incense.
After making his wishes, he returned to the bed and slept while embracing the two women.
He was thinking about the matter of painting.
'The Spirit Attribute seems utterly unremarkable, but in fact, it is unexpectedly terrifying.'
'When I painted the "Little Snow Map," I was in a peaceful state of mind, so the spirit contained within the painting doesn't harm anyone.
If I were to paint a picture filled with my hatred, would it... directly kill people then?'
If many years ago, someone had told Li Xuan, "A painting can kill," Li Xuan would absolutely have said it was nonsense.
But now, he deeply believed it.
His thoughts wandered, and suddenly he remembered many things from his past life.
