The surrounding elders immediately followed. Thousands of people bowed simultaneously.
The scene was incomparably spectacular. Lin Feng merely smiled.
To him, what they had seen was less than one-billionth of the true profundity contained within that stroke.
If he had revealed the complete Dao hidden inside it, everyone present including the heavens above them would have been unable to bear it.
The effects of what Lin Feng had done might have differed for everyone present, but for Tang Jingyan, the impact was nothing short of world-shattering.
She had devoted her entire life to the Dao of Painting.
From the day she first picked up a brush, she had walked this path with unwavering determination.
While others pursued the sword, the saber, alchemy, formations, or cultivation itself, she had chosen painting.
Countless years had been spent studying ancient masterpieces, comprehending artistic intent, and searching for the elusive peak that every painter dreamed of reaching.
