Regarding Li Shengxuan's painting skills, Tang Rao could only say one word: impressed.
At this level, Van Gogh and Monet would kneel before you, heads spinning, scars crisscrossing, and would you add a few small branches to the five fingers…
"Xiao Hei, is there anything else you wish to instruct Shengxuan?" Li Shengxuan was completely unbothered by Tang Rao's conflicted expression.
"Eh, no more, you take a rest first," Tang Rao waved his hand and said.
I asked you to track, and you did it very well, Natasha didn't notice you at all.
But what in the world is this information you've reported back?
The things painted are simply indiscernible as if done by spirits and demons…
"Okay, Xiao Hei, go on with your business, Shengxuan will leave now." Li Shengxuan bowed with cupped hands, then went to her own room.
Tang Rao watched Li Shengxuan's retreating figure with some helplessness.
Li Shengxuan's background is unclear, and her strength is too bizarre.
