Conclusion to the Competition
"At Lingxin," Yujia said with a slight drawl in her voice, "These are but the most basic of techniques taught to students. We are an art school, after all."
The elder kept glancing at the painting. His hands trembled. "The way you painted the entire composition, the contrast between details and mystery… it is a painting that reflects the inner soul, a painting of true Spirit Resonance! I have not seen a painting of such caliber in… so, so long. You, girl— no, Lingxin disciple— you have true, shining talent."
While her fellow Lingxin disciples were quite smug, as most of them knew of her skill with painting before, those from Guozijian were practically gaping. They muttered amongst themselves, and Yujia knew what they were discussing, though she could not hear them clearly this time. It had to be disbelief. Disbelief that she, as a female, was able to create a painting of this level.
"The winner is clear." The elder announced, "You— Lingxin Pavilion wins!"