In an elegant courtyard somewhere in White Jade City, several scholarly-dressed painters were fuming with indignation.
"Who is this Wang fellow? He's only been here for a few days and has already hogged all the limelight! We practitioners of the Dao of Painting don't seek fame and fortune, but his actions are utterly disrespectful!"
Dissatisfaction filled their eyes. Every one of them had studied the Dao of Painting since childhood, achieving remarkable success and earning quite a reputation for themselves. True, not everyone could truly enter the Dao through painting. In the cultivation world, it was impossible to gain a status like that of the Painting Immortal and his disciples. Furthermore, since the Dao of Painting was not suited for combat and offered limited aid to one's cultivation, they were often looked down upon by other cultivators and had suffered no small amount of humiliation over the years.
