Chapter 314 (2/2)

Although Ning Xuemo wasn’t an art critic, how could she have entered into an art trance this easily? It was such a pity that the painting was destroyed. If he gave it to her, she could still sell it for an astronomical amount of silver.

“It’s flawed.” Han Shanyue replied succinctly.

The assistants besides him also revealed an expression of regret. They were also painting prodigies, and could be considered as young master painters as well. For this occasion, they were invited by Great Master Han Shanyue as assistants and were extremely willing to support that great master.

Earlier they saw Han Shanyue painted and saw how his painting brush was like a soaring dragon in the sky. Under his brush, the mountains and rivers seemed to come alive. Upon seeing such a masterpiece before their very eyes, their spirits were completely enchanted.

Although it was only half-finished, in their eyes, it was already an exceptional masterpiece. But, without warning, the Great Master said the painting was ruined!

They couldn’t see even the slightest dot of stain or flaw anywhere.

They could only assume that the two people making a racket downstairs had disturbed the great master! This caused this exceptional masterpiece to be ruined!

Therefore they glared at Ning Xuemo with eyes full of blame.

Ning Xuemo pretended that she didn’t see them. Instead, she smiled. “Those are just small flaws. Great Master, must you need to ask for perfection?”

At this moment, the two assistants were already unfolding a new canvas sheet and spread it on the table.

Ning Xuemo’s movements were deft. She grind the ink stone two or three times, but then, without any reason, as if the ink stick could bite, the tips of her finger broke after barely grinding any ink. She couldn’t pull back in time and a drop of blood fell into the black ink.

“Do I grind the ink again?” Ning Xuemo knew that the one before her was a perfectionist. She resigned to the fact that he would want to throw away the ink mix with a drop of her blood.

“No harm.” Han Shanyue raised his hand and pressed it on the ink slab.

Ning Xuemo didn’t have the time to retract her hand as he pressed his palm on the back of her hand.

His palm was cold like ice, causing Ning Xuemo to suddenly burst into cold shivers. She knitted her brows and was about to retract her hand…