Kong Hutao

Lin Mu's hand extended and touched the frame of the Spirit painting. 

~shua~

  The moment he did so, a wave of spirit Qi emanated from the portrait. Then in the next second, the painting moved and blinked. Lin Mu stepped back and stared at the portrait for a few seconds.

The person in the portrait seemed to be doing the same thing, and it was evident that it was trying to figure out what was happening. Just like a person who had woken up from a deep sleep, the person in the portrait was a bit disoriented.

He looked around and then back at Lin Mu, who was staring at him.

"So it is finally the time…" The man in the portrait spoke.

"Huh?" Lin Mu was a bit confused by the choice of the man's words.

"After ask these years… no wait, how long has it even been?" The man in the portrait questioned.

"I… don't know how long it has been for you either." Lin Mu replied.

"What year is it?" The man in the painting asked.