"Tsk, you wouldn't think so. Carving, painting... still a craftsman." Fan Wubing chuckled, "Could it be that someone has no friends and had to study these?"
An An wasn't angry, she pouted, "It's not because I don't have any friends."
She opened her big eyes and slowly finished drawing the portrait of Fan Wubing, blew on it to dry the ink, then rolled it up and handed it to Fan Wubing,
"For you."
"Not keeping it for yourself?"
"Why would I?"
"To hang in your Immortal Palace and admire every day."
An An made a little finger gesture and said disdainfully, "It's not Sister Jiang's portrait, why would I keep it to admire?"
While Fan Wubing operated the Supreme Dharma Orbiting Device, exploring the fate trajectory of that once mighty heavenly thunder, he said,
"Wipe your mouth."
An An lifted her hand and wiped her mouth with her sleeve, making it dirtier.
