Countless painting insights appeared in Gu Weijing's mind; at times he even thought he knew more about the painting knife than the brush he had used for over a decade.
Even without the endorsement of famous masters, this skill did not have a time limit like Menzel's painting insights, but rather was like a Knowledge Card infused into his mind.
Even if not used solely for painting with the knife, it was useful as an auxiliary tool for handling special colors in his work.
Gu Weijing wanted to try out this skill simply.
He looked up at the moon faintly visible between the clouds.
An idea came to his mind.
Gu Weijing picked up the painting knife, white paint, and a small piece of stretched dark canvas.
He casually swiped the knife on the canvas.
A blot appeared on the dark surface, as if stamped by a silver coin dipped in paint—inscrutable, hazy, and moist,
just like the moonlight above.
...
"Xiaogu, wait a minute."
