"The next one..." Feng Ling turned her head, looking towards a distant direction.
Shadows of time flickered rapidly in her pupils, and a scene of raging war ultimately froze before her eyes.
"Walk towards me."
"Mhm." Bai E obediently did as he was told.
The moment he had just lifted his right foot, Feng Ling spoke out to stop him, "Stop! Just stay like that."
Bai E's excellent reflexes allowed him instantly to realize what Feng Ling was saying and instantly freeze in place.
Even if his body was somewhat unbalanced, under his current control, it wasn't a problem at all.
"Shasha shasha shasha~"
The sound of the brush scraping across the paper quietly rose again, but this time Bai E no longer felt that muddled sense of detachment.
Feng Ling was clearly a master of painting, as a new image, starkly different from the previous one, quickly unfolded before Bai E's eyes.
