"Jueyuan? Your injuries have healed? Your aura seems even more pure!"
"Yes, Master."
Huo Jueyuan bowed respectfully toward the portrait.
"This disciple was fortunate enough to encounter a senior whose methods are Tong Xuan. He not only healed this disciple's Dao Foundation injury, but also bestowed a pellet of Spirit Fire essence. It is exactly as Master predicted—anyone who can discern the Dao Rhyme within the painting and is willing to pay a heavy price to buy it must be a true expert of the Dao."
"Such a thing actually happened? Time and fate… It seems your opportunity has arrived."
"Master."
Huo Jueyuan hesitated for a moment, then still spoke: "That senior once said that your comprehension of the 'Taiji Primordial Art' is rather biased in certain aspects."
"Nonsense! If your teacher had truly fully comprehended that Ancient Technique, how would I have ended up like this! Forced to lodge my soul in this demonic painting!"
