"Master never liked me; he didn't even bother to hold an apprenticeship banquet for me when I first began studying under him. Now seeing the grand banquet he's hosting for Xaviera, I must really lack talent."
Listening to the delicate man's murmurs, Xaviera Evans finally realized he was Lester Bank's disciple, but he wasn't well-regarded; he never even had an apprenticeship banquet and was now drawing desolately by the door.
She glanced at the man's painting and found his technique was not bad, but he lacked original ideas. A painter without inspiration and only imitating others' style would never achieve greatness. Nevertheless, if someone earnestly guided him, he would definitely experience a breakthrough.
After thinking for a moment, Xaviera approached and pointed to a spot, "The color here should be darker."