Xiao Mu went forward to pick up the painting again and looked carefully at it.
But it wasn't as if there was anything special about this painting.
It was just a painting of the entrance and was supposed to lead them down an eternal hall without an end. So it wasn't as if there was much thought that was put into this painting.
Even if Xiao Mu looked carefully at this painting, it wasn't as if it was going to find anything off with it.
So in the end, it seemed like Xiao Mu lost interest in the painting of the entrance and turned its attention to the pavilion in front of them.
This time, the doors were opened properly and they were able to see the hall in front of them instead of just an empty hallway. This hall was a place that was made for painting pictures just like the other hall had been made to write poetry.
It was a place that was filled with artistic influence, a place that was clear of any kind of distraction and was made to provide a silent space for creativity.
