That look on his face clearly meant there was something else.
Shen Bai saw the solemn expression on Qu Yongfeng's face. It seemed this second matter was even more important than the first.
"Yes."
Qu Yongfeng gently waved the folded fan he was holding.
The landscape painting on the folded fan was quite artistic and looked so vivid it seemed real.
"I am a Scholar, and my life's work is poured into my art. I have dedicated my entire existence to honing my painting techniques, infusing the artistic intent of a landscape into this folded fan. I have nurtured it for decades without ever opening it, all for the purpose of battling a master to elevate my own artistic skills."
"Lord Shen, I now boldly ask for your guidance. Please, grant me this lesson."
Shen Bai looked at the artistic intent emanating from the landscape on the folded fan and finally understood. "You mean you want to spar with me?"
