Ye Shiyuan also instinctively reached out to touch it and carefully tracing along its surface.
After that, he picked up a brush and began painting the woman in the artwork.
Bai He watched quietly and sighing inwardly.
The male protagonist was simply too perfect.
He could even paint so skillfully.
With only a simple description and words that could be discerned only by touch Ye Shiyuan was able to effortlessly recreate the beauty of the woman described in the text.
When the final stroke fell, the woman in the painting seemed to come alive in an instant and flew out of it.
Bai He stood behind Ye Shiyuan and leaned his head out to look.
Although such a phenomenon was not particularly strange in this cultivation world, seeing someone fly out of a painting still felt oddly surreal to him.
