After receiving the two paintings from Xue Danqing, Lin Kuang looked at them closely, his gaze filled with surprise. The paintings were incredibly lifelike, as if the subjects could spring from the page at any moment. Their only shortcoming was that they were ink wash paintings. If rendered in color, they would look completely real.
"Thank you, Mr. Xue. I will do my best to find them," Lin Kuang said, looking at Xue Danqing with great seriousness. "Please, tell me honestly, how much time do I have?"
"Time... that's hard to say," Xue Danqing replied with equal seriousness. "I can ensure the young lady won't die for four, maybe even five months. However, finding the Ice Silkworm depends on fate, and I can't be certain how long it will take you. All I can say is that I can keep her alive for five months. After that, not even the heavens will be able to save her."
