He looked towards the end of the corridor and found Lu Langfeng, whom he had been searching for earlier, now leisurely sitting at an easel painting, noticing his arrival, and even waved at him.
Completely not pretending anymore, huh.
Wu Chang took a deep breath, using the cool air to lower his heated temperature, clenching his fists and squinting his eyes.
The bastard probably thinks he's already won, acting so brazenly, does he think it's the MVP announcement screen now?
Without hesitation, he stepped towards Lu Langfeng.
After only taking a few steps, he was drawn in by the paintings around him, filled with intense emotions, using bold and novel colors. Even someone who doesn't understand art could see the creator's extraordinary skills.
More importantly, the emotions in these paintings physically overflowed from the paper, transforming into swords or hands, attempting to strip something away from him.
