But if one is persistent, given enough time, one will surely reap rewards.
Yu Shiheng was, after all, only a mortal; he did not notice that someone had entered his home in total silence. The grey-robed man did not think much of Yu Shiheng, either. To him, the man was a mere mortal—a creature no different from an ant. He could crush a whole swarm of them with a wave of his hand. He didn’t care about him at all.
The grey-robed man stood before the painting. "What a marvelously crafted piece of art!" he exclaimed, unable to contain his admiration. The painting was simply perfect. Not a single stroke too many, nor a single stroke too few. As it stood, everything about it was just right—exquisite and complete. Beyond its artistic value, which was already immense, the fact that it exuded the aura of a Xiantian Supreme Treasure made it all the more extraordinary.
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