One second passed. Then ten. Then sixty, with Yang Qing standing there, awaiting the painting spirit's response. After five minutes of silent standoff, Yang Qing finally broke the silence.
"It seems you don't know the person, or you don't want to talk," Yang Qing said serenely, his demeanor unaffected by the lack of response.
"I didn't take you for the shy type," he added with a cheeky grin, secretly hoping to provoke the spirit into action. It was a childish attempt, he knew, but sometimes, in certain situations, it was the simple ploys that worked better than the meticulous ones. That was why he had decided to be direct.
This was the solution he had come to after his time with Old Man Chen yesterday. Even as he had enjoyed himself, he had been mulling over how to approach the enigmatic spirit of the painting. In the end, he decided that being direct was the best choice.
