Zheng Xiu paused. As he spoke, he slowly pressed his cheek against Feng Bei's, feeling the familiar warmth, and whispered softly in her ear:
"I'll tell him that you and I entered a painting."
"The World in the Painting is a place where reality and illusion are hard to distinguish, like a waking dream. Inside, I befriended legendary heroes and martial arts masters from two hundred years ago."
"I'll tell him that Xie Yunliu was heroically bold, that Chu Chengfeng's ambition was to rule the world, that Xiao Buping had a thing for married women, and that Bai Xiaosheng was actually a fat guy. I'll tell him the person who assassinated the fatuous Emperor Wei Jing two hundred years ago was completely deadpan. I'll brag to him that I went back two hundred years and, alongside those martial arts masters, held off a coalition army of ten thousand from the Western Regions to defend the Daqian Territory."
