Hearing Bi Yingying's words, the old Daoists all looked at her, then back at Taoist Shen Hao.
"Is this woman the sister of that Ningbi Flood Dragon?" Taoist Ming Yu asked.
Taoist Shen Hao nodded. "She's a Spirit Monarch, and a skilled painter."
The old Daoists shifted their gazes to the landscape painting on the desk behind Bi Yingying.
"The use of color is quite good," Taoist Yan Song commented with a nod.
Taoist Yi Hong offered his critique. "It attempts to convey harmony between man and nature, but the smoke from the village chimneys is painted a bit stiffly."
Taoist Ming Yu smiled. "But her use of density and sparseness is fitting. I'd say she's quite talented."
Taoist Jing Feng paused. When he saw the others looking at him, he simply shook his head and said indifferently, "I don't know anything about painting."
All the old Daoists stroked their beards and smiled.
But after their laughter subsided, their gazes upon Bi Yingying and Mo Wei remained scrutinizing.
