He instinctively wanted to put down the painting knife and switch to a pencil, trying the detailed sketch that matched his expertise.
However, his sketch level was significantly lower than his painting knife technique, not just by a star.
Using a sketch that had just stepped into the realm of a professional painter to try capturing something so complex, even Gu Weijing himself was not optimistic about the final result.
Just when Gu Weijing thought time would continue to slip away quietly like this, the little boy on the dune suddenly moved!
Countdown: fifteen seconds,
On the virtual panel, even the little remaining candle stub was already burned into wisps of smoke.
The weak flame flickered in the pathetic little pool of wax tear, ready to extinguish at any moment.
As the candlelight dimmed,
the blessing bestowed by the Muse Goddess was also waning,
