"Enough, Mei Weixuan, if you continue to babble, get out of here."
The teacher Yin sitting in the center roared angrily, and Mei Weixuan stopped speaking, but signaled to Zhong Lin with his eyes.
Teacher Yin made a gesture in the air, and the painting in Zhong Lin's hand was drawn into his hand by an invisible force.
Zhong Lin's pupils contracted, and he screamed internally.
"True Qi? Inner strength? Is this elder an Upper Third Grade martial artist?"
Zhong Lin had already condensed his Qi-Blood, knowing that it couldn't achieve such a miraculous feat, so the person in front of him must be an Upper Third Grade powerhouse.
"Truly lifelike, vivid, I never expected such advanced painting skills in this small Black Mountain County," Teacher Yin praised.
"Thank you for your compliment, sir."
Zhong Lin hurriedly bowed, especially after witnessing the elder's strength.
"Hai Ming."
"Hai Ming is here."
