And on the locust tree clung a glob of pitch-black stain, as if splattered there by accident. But upon closer inspection, the stain was clearly dabbed on using an ink-flinging technique. The tip of a brush had then been used to adjust the ink's shade, and a few fine strokes outlined the delicate texture of an insect's wings, forming a lifelike summer cicada.
"Green Lotus in High Summer!"
Zheng Xiu blurted out the name of the ancient painting.
"Then tell me, where exactly is Nie Gong's Treasure Vault? I'll let you leave Yunhe Village, and from that moment on, we'll have nothing more to do with each other."
'Then I definitely can't tell her.'
