"Wu Dao Mirror, you said that... I have lost?" Unable to accept what she had just heard, Zhang Ziqing asked once more.
"Indeed. Even though his artwork utilizes the simplest drawing method, it harnesses the very essence of painting. I can tell you that this is a feat which even the average 9-star painter would be incapable of. Your painting is indeed not too bad, but it pales far in comparison to his." Wu Dao Mirror replied.
Artifacts on such a level already possessed their own consciousness and were able to interact with humans.
"But all he did was to swing his sword a few times, and he didn't even leave a single mark on the stone... How could this be something which even 9-star painter would be unable to match up to?" Zhang Ziqing felt like clawing her hair in frenzy.
You can't just spout nonsense like that! All of us are looking over here!
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