116 Her Body Soars Lightly Like a Startled Swan and Gracefully Like a Dragon in Flight

Compared to Shen Yao's discontinuous strokes and struggles in completing a normal painting, Ye Sang's painting was enough to make everyone shocked.

The little girl's black eyes looked at the clean paper and the brush in her hands never stopped. With every turn of her brush, small and delicate phoenix features appeared on the paper vividly under Old Master Ye's astonished eyes. 

It was Ye Sang's first time copying the artwork that made her grandpa famous. 

She bit her pink lips and sweat filled her forehead, but she didn't dare to stop. 

Huo Yao, who was ready to beat Old Master Ye, slowly realized that something was wrong. 

He looked at the little girl who was concentrating on painting and he was stupefied. 

That's his daughter? 

Shen Chuchen leaned in and nudged Huo Yao with his arms, asking in surprise, "Didn't you say that she never learned painting before?" 

The way that it flowed so smoothly, she never learned it?