Being Unreasonable

Bai Lin deftly pinched a part of Yan Yuan's arm with her other hand. Yan Yuan felt like he was controlled by an unshakeable force; his entire arm was a little numb and he had to let go of Bai Lin's wrist.

This woman... How could she have such abilities?

Yan Yuan glared at Bai Lin, but Bai Lin ignored him. She just faced the crowd and said, "As we all know, Xuan Jing is best at fine brush. This painting is obviously also a fine brush painting, but you'll realize that he has a small habit when he paints after you look at a lot of his paintings."

Some of the people who had been disdainful of Bai Lin turned to look at her. They wanted to see what she had to say.