Su Xiaowei walked forward curiously and asked, "Uncle Wang, is that you?"
"Wang Xuan" remained motionless, his expression unchanged, always resembling the image in the painting—mighty with a hint of ferocity, inadvertently invoking a sense of awe.
"This isn't a living person, you don't need to call," said Master Puji, laughing heartily. "Am I right? Your painting is so vivid, capturing someone's Essence, Qi, and Spirit; otherwise, it wouldn't have summoned the character from your painting."
He felt a slight sweat in his heart, all this effort just to lure the young girl to cultivate on the mountain. But this method among fellow cultivators might lead to him being laughed at.
